I am not a baby

When I lived with TJ and Pat I could wander around the house whenever I wanted.  I slept in their bed or right next to their bed.  Jim and Jean let me explore the house during the day but for some reason they think I should sleep in the kitchen at night.  I would much prefer to sleep in their room with them.  Their kitchen has a doorway but no door so they bought a baby gate which they put up at night.  I could easily  jump over this gate if I wanted to.  I am not a baby.  But I humor them and stay in the kitchen on my soft comfy pillow.  At night when they put the gate up I head straight to my pillow and go to bed.  I am quiet all night.  In the morning when I hear their alarm go off I whine a little because I know they are awake.  When they come out in the morning I am waiting at the gate and I get very wiggly because I am so happy to see them.