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Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.
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Jamie climbed high enough to see the cat; the cat, of course, could also see Jamie. He pawed, clawed, and scratched try to get through the cloth covering the couch, but Jamie was just beyond his reach. She sat very still and watched; even though she couldn't get back to her room, she secretly enjoyed watching the cat's frustration. "Serves him right for wanting to eat me," she thought darkly.
Suddenly a loud "thwACK!!!", followed by a "ggrrroouuuwwww" from the cat, greated Jamie's ears. "Bad cat!" exclaimed Lucy's father, waving the rolled up newspaper that had just swatted Mitten's rump. Mittens wasted no time in arguing the point; he leaped to the floor and ran for the cat door. Jamie grinned without intending to. The coast was clear.
Jamie climbed back to the floor and headed back for her room. She was almost there when she felt herself being scooped off the ground and lifted high in the air. "So YOU'RE the reason Mittens was acting so strangely!" exclaimed Lucy's father, looking sternly into Jamie's eyes. "Well, don't think you're home free young lady." He turned his head and called "Lucy, come here please!"
Lucy came running into the room. "Yessir?" she asked. Her father held Jamie out for her to see. "Oh, no!" exclaimed Lucy. "Jamie, I've TOLD you not to leave your room without telling me. Now you're in trouble!"
And she was. Lucy's father helped Lucy put a small lock on her cage to keep her out of trouble. And no special treats were brought to her that evening. And, worst of all, she heard Mittens lapping at a dish of milk as she drifted off to sleep.