[ Late, but after spending fifteen hours perfectly happy, who could worry about things like the hours? ]
We're used to the kitten meowing at things, because she seems to figure most everything is worth meowing at sometimes just to see if it responds in some way. So it wasn't all that surprising to hear her soft meowing coming steadily from the kitchen. She may have been trying to get the food dishes to fill themselves up, for example, or to get the cutting board on the table to play with her. That she was scratching something didn't register anything important either since, well, she's a kitten.
With the continued meowing and scratching, the middle cat wandered over to investigate and nothing was obviously going on. And since I was curious and needed a new soda, I investigated: the kitten had gotten herself locked into the corner cabinet, on the lazy susan (where, perhaps coincidentally, the packages of the wet cat food are stored). She could poke her paw out so her claws kind of poked out the door, but she couldn't get it opened. When I did open it, she immediately ... hopped out, to stand back up half-perched on the lazy susan, and then her older semi-sister started licking her face. Cat talk, I suppose.
Trivia: For a period in 1944 the basic gas allotment for civilian drivers in the United States dropped to two gallons a week. Source: Don't You Know There's A War On?, Richard Lingeman.
Currently Reading: Three To Zero: The Story Of The Birth And Death Of The World Journal Tribune, Joseph Sage. It's a short book -- I've got a busy week -- and there's another story behind it I'll get to in a while. The book itself is all about the failed merger of the New York World-Telegram & Sun, the New York Journal-American, and the New York Herald-Tribune into a single newspaper from 1966-67, and all about how it was entirely the fault of the mean nasty unions who were big boogerheads about everything.
Granted the initial strike, and intransigent union policies -- if accurately represented -- did much more than their share to kill the paper. But the suggestion that there might have been trouble merging three editorial voices into one was dismissed in one paragraph; that the joined writing staffs did not quite get along is only vaguely alluded to; and that it might be a challenge starting a new evening paper at a time when people discovered they didn't want evening papers hasn't rated a mention yet.