The scene: Manor of Mixed Blessings, 0500. A dark bedroom. I am asleep in the bed in the dark bedroom.
Roo: STARVING TO DEATH.
Zille: ME TOO. I’M HUNGRY TOO.
Roo and Zille: WE ARE HUNGRY TOGETHER. WE ARE THE WORLD. WE ARE THE CHILDREN.
Me: You’re not. You’re too hairy to be children and… hey, wait, the gate is shut.
Zille: What gate?
Me: That gate. The one you were on the other side of when I went to bed.
Zille: I see no gate.
Roo: STARVING TO DEATH WHILE YOU PEOPLE TALK ABOUT GATES.
Me: Roo, did you let this dog in here?
Zille: I was always in here. Can I lick your toes?
Me: You weren’t, you were locked out when I went to bed, and no.
Zille: I have no clue what you’re talking about. Also, I’m going to lick your toes anyway.
Roo: I AM GOING TO TAPDANCE ON YOUR HEAD UNTIL YOU FEED ME.
Me: WHY ARE MY GATES DOG-PERMEABLE AND ROO GET OFF MY HEAD.
Zille: I’ll tell you if you feed me.
Me: It is 0515. I am not getting up, it is the weekend, I have another hour to sleep. Roo, shut up. Zille, go have a chewie.
Roo: I WILL NOT SHUT UP I WANT MY LAWYER I AM STARVING.
Zille: I can’t get out, the gate is shut.
42″ gate, with a 7″ x 10″ cat door in it. I never heard it rattle but presumably she went over it. I think Tink taught her to do it.