This story popped into my head which is based off a true story. I think Sage was more trapped than lost, though...:)
Sage mewed on the other side of the door. He’d nudged it closed with his nose, very pleased with the way it had shut, only now he couldn’t get out!
A toe covered with tasty sock poked its way under the door. Distracted from his distress, Sage gazed at it with avid interest. He wasn’t as interested in feet as his sour sister, Cinnamon, but something wiggled within the sock in an enticing manner.
Keeping his eyes and whiskers fixed on the sock, he crouched…and pounced, only to have the sock withdraw and the door open.
Sage nearly bumped into a familar leg, Dad’s leg. He looked up into his father’s funny human face.
“Sage, you might want to go downstairs. Your mom just heated up your cat food. Your sister is going to eat your share if you don’t hurry.”
That was a lot of human words at once, including the inexplicable one, “share”. Sage heard the clinking of cat food bowls and the familar purr of the microwave which meant dinner was about to be served.
He raced past Dad to hurry down to his meal before Cinnamon could get at it.
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