The thought of her soft bed is already in her mind when her mother reminds her that it's her "bedtime." **How come Chris doesn't have a bedtime?** She bundles the cat in her arms, but as she walks past the kitchen, he struggles vigorously, suddenly becoming angular and floppy and very difficult to hold all at once. "Here, kitty," she calls under her breath. **I don't want Mom to know he got away.** He crouches under the table, glowering at her. She sighs, not wanting to encounter his sharp claws, and trudges to her room. She flings the door open with a little more energy that actually required and discovers Luna standing by her bed. **Stupid dog, she's probably chewed on something.**