Kitty Got Locked Inside

 I had moved recently into the house and had not got its architecture and limitations into my head yet. It was a three bed apartment and courtyards both at the front and the back. There were three doors from which one could enter the rooms. One for each courtyard, and a small door opened into the passage from front to the back alongside the wall.

We usually kept the rear door closed and used the middle one for the day to day tasks, and used the one on the front only when we were in the drawing attending some guests.

One day, my wife was away to buy grocery and I was taking care of kids at home. My son Mike, two years old was curious about locks and how they worked; he never missed any opportunity to experiment with them and see what happened. 

The door bell rang and I had to go immediately to see who had come. In my hurry, I forgot to take precautions and left the door unattended. It took me five minutes to deal with my neighbor who had come to talk about the possibility of lending him my car for the holiday. And when I came back I found, to my utter surprise that the door was locked from the inside. I knocked at the door wishing my wife to open it, but soon recalled that she too was away. It took me some time to understand what had happened. My inquisitive son, perhaps had availed his chance and got himself locked inside, along with my daughter Kitty.

I tried to call them but they had no idea what had happened. Kitty started weeping, not knowing what to do, and Mike too followed her suit in a few seconds. I made every effort to explain to her as to how she could open the door, but she was too afraid to understand anything. My cell phone was inside, along with my wallet; in fact I was wearing night suit and was in no position to go anywhere. Moreover, the kids, still weeping could not be left on their own: it would have frightened them more than ever.

I went to my neighbor and told him what had happened and he brought his cell phone outside. We made searches to find some locksmith in our vicinity but had a hard time in spotting one. He had gone outside GA on some urgent business and we had to broaden our area of search. Meanwhile Robert, my neighbors eldest son tried his best to get the lock opened form the outside, but to no avail. Moreover, we already faced problem with the kids. Mike had stopped weeping but Kitty was still puzzled and could not muster up courage to stop weeping and paying attention to what I had been trying to say to her all along.

The locksmith I mentioned, called an acquaintance of his own and it took him half an hour to reach our home. He picked the lock, much to our satisfaction, but it was not to be relied on any longer. Two days later, the local locksmith had to be called to change it altogether.

I never went outside the rooms without my keys from that day on wards.