Dearest Max, your story made me smile, about how you get shut into cupoards and closets. Sounds like my girl, Dinah Lee. She gets shut into the laundry room closet on a regular basis and sometimes has been trapped for a couple of hours. One time, she snagged the laundry room rug and dragged it under the door into the closet, to keep her company, I guess. Or maybe it was for a distress flag, so we'd know something was wrong. The strange thing is, she hears us calling her all up and down the house, but never makes a sound to attract our attention to her plight. Now we automatically check to be sure there are no blue eyes in there before we close the closet door. And, if she hasn't been seen for a while, that's the first place we check. What a cat!

I hope you enjoy your Day, handsome Max! Wish I could meet you!