I was unpacking in the living room when a crash from what I thought was in the bedroom woke Huckie -- we ran around looking for what had come down/caused the crash. It turned out a box of wrapping paper had slid down another pile of boxes and self-destructed (box collapsed) in the office. No sign of Sligo, any where. At first I thought he was scared and hiding.
I looked all over the office and then the house. Huckie seemed concerned. After a half-an-hour of searching, I was in a panic. Eventually, both Huck and Sligo strolled by wondering why Meowmy was acting like a nut.
It's a huge relief, but I'm mildly tempted to strangle my beloved Sligo. Whimper, whimper. Thank God he's fine, but my nerves are shot tonight.