Punishment

So, I got the ultimate punishment the other night.  Sleeping outside.  I know, I know - you're thinking "How horrible!"  I guess it was my own fault.  Each night around 9 pm, Dad comes calling for me to come in because I know he is going to shut the dog door soon to keep the squirrels, possums, racoons. . . out.  Well, if he calls - and I don't make it in time . . . dad says I deserve to sleep outside.  I can't help it if I was asleep in my cat house, sleeping so soundly I didn't even hear his calls.  So, when I finally awoke - the door was shut.  I tried everything to get it open (I can't meow good, remember) including throwing my whole body against the door multiple times.  I know my mom and dad heard me - they were just too lazy to get out of bed.  Before you go feeling too sorry for me, I do have an enclosed porch to sleep in - not just out in the open.  I guess I better come when dad calls, at least for a little while.