I thought the cat was outside. In the pouring rain. I called and called for him and he didn't come. I shut the door, saying, "Dumb ol' cat." I walked into the bedroom to look for the dog. It was dark but I could tell Stella wasn't on her bed. I saw her lying in the middle of the floor. "Dumb ol' dog," I thought. I flipped on the light and saw the cat, sound asleep on the dog's bed. "Hmm, smart ol' cat!" I corrected. Then I said, "Stella, it's YOUR bed, go get in it!" So she did.