I have a Friggin'. Idiot. for a dog.

Gads. I'm up here, happily perusing the boards, when I get a phone call from Mr. Kitty. This is strange- he's in the basement, right below me. Why would he call instead of yell? He tells me to get down to the basement Right Away. ( Thinking there's some kind of emergency, I throw on shoes and head out. )