I was dragged from the depths of sleep this morning by his plaintive cries. I knew it was Harry crying, not Henry, Violet, or Zoe. Trust me, if you have cats, you can tell the difference between their "cat voices."
It was five in the morning, not my usual wake-up time, and I stumbled to the light switch, automatically covering my eyes. I opened my closet - no Harry. Then I opened the bathroom door, and Harry comes running out at top speed.
Poor Harry. He wandered into the bathroom last night, and I didn't realize he was in there, so he spent the night in there until five this morning. Lovely cat....