This makes me think of the time my husband and I locked ourselves out of the house. We were on our way out of town for the weekend and carried a piece of furniture out of the house -- closing the door after us so the cat wouldn't get out. She didn't. The door locked (we hadn't lived in the house long and weren't yet very familiar with its workings.)

We had a ladder on the side of the garage so we climbed onto a roof. This roof is under the guest room window. That is Edwina's favorite window and at the time we had very old windows -- the kind that crank open in two sections. Fortunately, I always keep the bedroom windows open a bit -- (some thing I have about heathier sleeping.) Because I have smaller hands/arms than my husband, my job was to somehow get my hand through the window, knock the screen out, crank the window open, climb through, and open the door. It was summer and hot.

During this entire process -- which I successfully completed, Edwina sat in the window and watched! Her head tilted, a quizical look on her face -- she ignored my pleas to open the window, unlock the door! (She also ignored the language I used as I scrapped the skin off my arm, sweating in my nice "going to visit the in-laws outfit", and skinned my knees climbing in the window.)

Answer to the question - what would she do if there was a burgler -- Edwina would watch but she wouldn't help!