I could hear Vicki growling from somewhere in the house. I had my earplugs in and I was securely tucked in bed and I could still hear her growling. My Dad was still up and in the kitchen, so I thought he would investigate what she was growling at. It is not uncommon for her to sit, staring at the wall, growling at a paint drip, so I figured it was nothing to be alarmed by.
It went on for 40 minutes. Finally, I could hear my Dad get up to find out what was going on.
It was then he realized he had accidentally locked her in the spare room. She was trying to get out, but the door was in the way.