What A Bad Dream!
Naomi woke up and marched right in to demand, "WHO let the kitten out this morning?" Admitting my role in said action, I attempted to send her on her way. But she wouldn't budge. Instead she protested, "I was sleeping and she was biting me on the head. I thought a snapping turtle was attacking me!"
I'm not sure about her frame of reference here, as I am fairly confident we've not had any snapping turtle attacks (at least none that I'm aware of!)