Layla nightly

I was woken up around 4:00 this morning by what sounded like an angry/threatened cat howling outside of my window. In my state of semi-consciousness, I was sure that Miss Layla had gotten out of the deadbolted front door and provoked some kind of epic battle just by virtue of being a snot-nosed brat. Nevertheless, I sat up and was about to rush out to defend her when she pranced into the bedroom and peered out the window, just as intrigued as I was. And when she woke up and started crying and knocking things off the desk and nightstand at 6:30 this morning because she had food in her bowl, fresh water in her fountain, and a clean litter box I wondered why I'd wanted to save her in the first place.