We have been living with cats for many years and on a few occasions we have come home from work to find one of our cats shut in a closet or some other small place. Once Abbey was stuck in the armor squeezed in next to the television. Fortunately I discovered her just before walking out the door.
Yesterday morning I did my usual cat count and then we went to work. When we got home I followed my standard routine. I fed them (first, of course), swept the litter, cleaned the litter box and took a shower. I then folded the clothes that were in the dryer while Rose showered and then we ate dinner, watched a little television and went to bed. Aren’t you jealous of our exotic lifestyle?
The next morning I fed the cats (first, of course) but Frankie wasn’t there to eat. That was unusual because he and Puck are always there before me. After a search of the house we found him shut in the laundry room.
I felt so bad that I not only missed him going into the laundry room, I was awake for two hours before going to bed and did not realize he was missing. From now on I will have to do a cat count before going to bed as well.