Feline conspirators

Our cats, (still large kittens) Rowdy and Perl, still have to sleep in the mud room. If we let them out, they wouldn’t let Savannah or us go to sleep at night. A couple of mornings recently, we noticed they came upstairs once Savannah and I had gotten up. Both times I was pretty sure that Savannah hadn’t gone downstairs to let them out. She asks first.

They must’ve heard me come downstairs one morning cause I heard one of them flopping her little body against the mud room door. I realized they knew how to get out if the door had not latched completely shut.

It is amusing that they’d be smart enough to figure this out, but even more interesting to me is that they could’ve been getting out at any point during the night, but they didn’t. They were waiting until they heard our moving around upstairs.