Not a real meeting

Yesterday I was in a class zoom meeting about how to identify/develop a theoretical framework when Phoebe wandered in. She was supposed to be otherwise occupied but...you know Phoebe. Would it have worked to lock my door? Perhaps—but she's a "pick-locker," as she says...so perhaps not. 

"Are you in a meeting?" she asked, tip-toeing over to my nightstand to take a drink from the water bottle that I keep there just for her so that she doesn't drink out of my water bottle. 

"I am."

"Is it a real meeting?" she asked. "Because I see puppies...so..."

One of my classmates had put some chihuahuas up as her background picture, so there were indeed puppies. 

"It is a real meeting," I told her. "Do you want to say hello?"

"No," she said...and then walked away to cause chaos elsewhere.

But now I'm pretty sure she thinks that I'm 100% hopping online to talk about puppies behind her back.