Where's Martha ?

Yesterday while I was putting clothes away, little miss nosey pants follows me like a little duck so in the closet I go, had to hang up the shirts, she sure wasn't doing it during the day, so I go in the closet hang the shirts, close the door.

So I am in the kitchen waiting for Gary to get home, sitting at the table, alone, thinking, it's nice not to have fur on my lap.  We start to eat, Gary always ask where Thomas is, 'in his window seat' where's Martha?

I think, OHHH NOOOOO and say, "I don't know?" get up and walk briskly and check where Thomas is sitting, NO Martha, so I am laughing on my way down the hall and low and behold she's in the closet, for a good 45 minutes.

As I'm walking down the hall I 'hear' her in the closet, I am laughing, I open the door and look who's there!  MARTHA! she looks up at me, like "WHAT HAPPENED?"  and out she comes, yes back to the kitchen table to my lap.

I thought it was rather funny, but that's what the little one gets for following me to the end of the earth.