Oscar did her door-scratching routine last night and swiftly found herself
relegated to the basement.  She's normally fairly sedentary, but a night of
incarceration seems to have released the zoomies.  When DH got up, I asked him
to let Oscar out, then rolled over to catch a few more Zs.

First, I heard some plaintive meowing from ... somewhere.
Heartbreaking, pitiful mewling.  "Oscar?" I called.  "Oscar, sweetie,
where are you?"  I got out of bed and started looking for her, sure she
was trapped somewhere.  Yeah right.  As I walked out of the bedroom, a
grey blur flew up the stairs and flopped at my feet.  She was just too
cute; I picked her up and carried her, purring, to the bed, where I
managed to carefully keep her on my belly while I myself went horizontal
again.  She consented to purr on my belly for several minutes before
disappearing again.

All morning, I would hear, "Meow, meow, meow, meow", and then something like a
cattle stampede.  I thought maybe she was trying to coax me to the basement,
so I descended the stairs to see if maybe something had upset her, but no, she
just jumped up to the support beams and stared at me from her elevated
position.

Cats.

"Meow meow meow meow" thumpthumpthump
"Meow meow meow meow" thumpthumpthump
"Meow meow meow meow" thumpthumpthump
"Meow meow meow meow" thumpthumpthump
"Meow meow meow meow" thumpthumpthump
"Meow meow meow meow" thumpthumpthump