So, last night I (the Shelby) woke up to Mom (I sleep at the top of the bed between Mom and Dad... until the alarm clock goes off and then I make a beeline for the end of the bed under the covers.) saying, "Jake" (that's my Dad's name) "Jake, do you hear that?!" (She was whispering this and gently shaking him.)
(Another shake, not so gentle this time.) "Jake. Jake! Do you hear that?!"
(In a VERY grumpy voice:) "NO."
"You didn't even listen. Listen."
"Jake! Do you hear that?! Something or someone is in the house. Listen, please!"
(Now this whole time I am thinking if it was really something that was a big deal it would have already eaten us- right?)
So Dad turns on the light (there goes our cover) and says, "Hello?! Hello?!"
That's when we realize Milly is not on the bed.
We hear her toes clickity-clackin' on the floor.
Mom gets up (note that I said Mom, not Dad BOL!) and walks toward the noise. "Milly?"
Milly comes waltzing out of the office like no big deal. Mom starts fussing at her that she nearly gave them a heart attack and a few minutes later she comes back to bed telling Dad that Milly had gotten in a trash bag and licked the inside of the cheetos bag clean. BOL!
That Milly. She'll do anything for a midnight snack.