Our good friend Kevin stayed with us over Labor Day weekend. I try to be a good hostess - I wash sheets, dust, and freshen up his room. However, locking someone into their room was not, I believe, in the good hostess manual. His first night here, I woke up to hear rattle rattle rattle. Pause. Rattle rattle rattle. I decided that Gracie had perhaps decided to mess with his door, so I crept down the hallway. No Gracie on my side of the door, and no Gracie shadow on his side. Here's where I should have asked if he was alright, but it was 2:00 in the morning. I shuffled back to bed and continued to here rattle rattle rattle. Soon, I heard the door open, bathroom door shut, then the bathroom door open and bedroom door shut. The rattling ceased, and I went back to sleep.