We had to wonder what was bothering the cats as the screams intensified. If we'd heard one of the kids calling out in the night, we would have both been leaping out of bed to get to them. But this was a cat. I pulled a pillow over my head as my hubby called out, "Be quiet!".
After what seemed like hours, but in reality must have been mere minutes of this, my hubby asked me, "Do you know where Rocco is?". I listened, and realized that it really was only was one cat making all of the racket, Abbey, the girl cat.
Finally BadDad dragged himself out of bed and went to investigate. I stayed where I was,
The cats had been with us all night in the family room. As best we can figure, Rocco must have slipped into the Florida room unnoticed when BadDad let the dog out before bedtime. Then he shut the door and we went to our room at the other end of the house, unable to hear his cries to get back in. So Abbey woke us up to free her pal. She's a little kitty hero! Oh by the way, the dog slept through the entire incident. I'm just saying...