The basement
Last week, on the last day of summer a really loud sound - Joan called it a siren - went off while Joan was on the phone. It was also raining outside and really dark. Joan wouldn't let me out because it was raining. Then she started closing all the windows and then took her dinner down to the basement.
Then she came up to the top step and tried to get me to go in the basement. No way! Who is she kidding? Doesn't she know I spent a lot of my first two years of life in a basement!!!! I NEVER want to go down there EVER. She was really, really trying to get me to go down. I wonder why she was so worried. I just laid down in the kitchen above the stairs - as near as I could be to Joan but not in the basement!
Later on, she came up and I was waiting for her. I have no idea why she decided to eat her dinner and talk on the phone in the basement. She's a little strange.