Moon, Again!

Why does the keeper not understand that when the full moon comes out that we must go out? We think she should as well.  Last eve, she forgot to shut the back door and so Cecil decided to stay outside with the moon.  So, when she finally realized it, she marched out in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers, her Woody Allen glasses,  flashlight in hand, looking for him up and down the neighborhood.  Both Cecil and I are grateful no one was stirring, and no cars passed.  She was quite a sight.  Cecil finally came home reluctantly, expecting a treat. Duh!  He didn't get any, other than our unadulterated forgiveness. However, even the keeper realized that the  moon was indeed beautiful playing in and out of the clouds.