Sweet sixteen

This post goes out to somebody having your back. It's important in the human world and for my furry companions. Last night, it was "closing time" at Chez Big Cat. The Blue Jays had lost in horrible fashion and it was time to slink off to bed. So I went through my nightly ritual. Lock the door. Shut off lights. And turn off the light in the jukebox above the fish tank. This done, I started to head upstairs to bed. I was stopped by an incessant and plaintive Eeeking. OK, what is it now?, I thought to myself wearily. I followed the Eeeking. And there sat Rooney, by the fishtank, continuing to Eeek! Where's Roo-face?, I asked him. I called his name and looked around the various rooms - no Rufus. Rooney stayed by the fishtank. Finally, after not spotting Rufus anywhere I moved the fishtank/jukebox back out from the wall- and an embarrassed Rufus climbed out of the back of the jukebox.
Somehow he had scooted behind the fishtank as I turned out the light and moved it against the wall - geez these boys are lightening fast! But to the point - Rooney had rescued his brother by calling me. Amazing! I am now considering leaving the bedroom door open at night so if a Crystal Meth Tweaker breaks into the house the boys can warn me -Eek! But I'd probably hear the screams of the Meth-head when the boys ran up his jeans - so the door stays closed for now. And Rooney gets the kitty medal of valor.