We have a cat!

I know I have said this too many times but...Turner's imagination is the most intriguing text I've ever encountered. Andy worked late tonight (in at 6) so Turner and I are entertaining ourselves. He asks me to help him build a house. I try to help. He doesn't really want that. He wants me to build it and he take credit for it; sounds like a great plan! I build the house. He pulls it off my Leggo plate and tries to put it on his. We build another house together, he putting one Leggo down and me following. This house has two doors, six windows, and a driveway for the truck we created (with the "make pretend driver"). I sneak in a few pages of my not very exciting rhetoric book for a seminar paper I should work on tonight and won't. I lose myself for five minutes in boring jargon. I come back to hear his voice.

"Get out that house Cat." He slams the door. "You in trouble Cat."
"What happened to the cat?"
"He keeps running out the house. He suppose to stay inside."
"Oh." I wait. He starts driving his truck up and down the driveway. "Oh no Turner. That cat ran out of the house."
He's on his feet. "Oh no Mommy. Where did he go?"
"ummm," I get to my feet. "I think he ran under there." I point to the mill chest.
Turner slides to his belly and starts swatting his arm under the chest. "Get out here now you Cat." He pulls the cat out and opens the door to the Leggo house and puts the cat back in.
"There you go Cat." He turns to me. "There Mommy. He's safe."
I wait. He gets distracted again.
"Oh no Turner. Mommy let the cat out of the house."
He's on his feet. "Where'd he go?"
We sneak around downstairs looking for him. I point things out and Turner corrects me - "That's not the cat that's the grow-shur-ry bags"; "That's just a book"; "That's a pretend tree."
"Ohhh Turner I think I saw his tail run upstairs."
"Otay." He turns on the hall light. Climbs his way to the second floor. He yells down to me, "Mommy. My light isn't working in my room." I tell him to use his stool. An emphatic, "I did" reply.
I go upstairs. Sure enough, he has his stool under the light switch in his room. "I turned it on but it is for the fan." I pull the string on the ceiling fan. The light floods the room. "Tanks."
I go back downstairs while he lassos the cat.
"I got him Mommy."
"OK. Be careful carrying him down the stairs."
"I will."
He appears at the bottom of the stairs. Pushes the cat in my face. I pet it. Turner meows.
"I going to put him in the sink."
"Oh I don't think cats like the sink."
As he walks into the bathroom he says, "I know. He's a bad cat for running out the house." I hear the water turn on and off. Turner appears in the living room again, still clutching to the pretend cat. He opens the Leggo house door. Opens his arms to the one inch whole. "There you go Cat!" He points his finger at the house. "Stay in the house!"