The other day DH's cable box "died". Usually he watches TV upstairs in our loft/den, and I watch TV in the Great Room. I replaced the box yesterday but, of couse, it didn't work so I had to go back today. Last evening I told him to watch television on my set, and I would watch in the bedroom.
He told me that after he ate he turned on the television. Cleo heard the television go on and she probably assumed it was me; so she headed upstairs to be with DH. He watched her go upstairs; she went into the den but must have realized it was dark and empty. She then looked down from the catwalk to see DH in front of the television and made her way back down.
When I got home I made myself dinner and went into the bedroom. After a while Cleo came to the door and just looked at me - I told her, "Mommy's in here tonight...you can come in." She came in and got on her bed. Every time I left the room she would look up and I'd tell her "Mommy will be right back."
She's so funny....