So last night Andrew and I went to bed, our kitty, Me, comes to sleep on my chest, as usual. But when we wake up the next morning, she's gone.
I just grab her food bowl and shake it around, she's a fatty, and will come when the food calls.
But she doesn't.
We check all the closets, and drawers, and cabinets, and boxes, and blankets... But Me is nowhere to be found.
Andrew goes to work, I start getting ready for school, all the while fretting and hoping she'll hear me and come out from where ever she's hiding.
I end up skipping Psych class. I crawl into every cabinet to see if there is some hole she could have wiggled through. I check all