Meghan's cat got in her sister's room and hid under the bed. She wasn't coming when we called or snapped or topped off the food bowl so we went to bed. Literally, I hopped in to Meghan's bed, she climbed in, we yelled goodnight to her sister and shut off the light. Thirty seconds later Freya comes trotting in hops on the bed, and curled up between us.
Bedtime is serious buisness for this kitty.