The standoff

It was one of those nights again. Not that it took forever to get her to sleep, but she woke up thinking it was time to play! Hey Kira, don't you see that it's DARK outside? That no one else in the house is moving but you?
It all started, though, with the standoff. It has happened once before. I wake up to the sound of Kira's door (which badly needs to be oiled) opening. (Darn it, I thought I had it latched shut!) Then, tiny footsteps going across the floor. A thud. And a small cry from Kira. I drag myself into her room, knowing what I will find. Yup, she's done it again. Cici (our cat) has let herself into the room and right up into Kira's crib. What I find is not a cat curled up sweetly next to our sleeping baby. No, it's a standoff. Kira is sitting up in the crib looking at Cici and Cici is sitting up looking at Kira.
"It's MY crib!"
"No, it's MY crib!"
Ugh. I toss Cici out of the crib and into the hall. I pick up the now wide awake Kira and take her into our room. Again.
"NO ONE gets the crib."