I have to preface this short post with a couple of explanations:
1. Mr. Putter is our cat.
2. Betsy often calls herself Mr. Putter's mother.
3. Mr. Putter often lies in wait on the stairs, daring children to pass
Now, on with what I overheard:
Ramona, standing at the top of the stairs, saw that Mr. Putter had stationed himself about halfway down.
"Bet-seeeee!" she yelled. "Come and get your wretched son off the stairs!"