At bedtime last night all was well, Pidge was at the bottom of my bed and I could've sworn Boo decided to sleep upstairs w/me, too. I was all snuggled in but there was only one cat: Pidge. I called Boo. No answer. I got up and looked for him, thinking that he was w/the rest of the Fur Posse. Couldn't find him. I searched every inch of this house and no Boo. I then became impatient and soon thereafter scared. Very scared. I searched for him for at least half an hour, got the rest of the Fur Posse all riled up. There was only one explanation: when I took the trash out before bed, he must have darted out the door w/out my seeing him because it was dark and he's so black. I opened the kitchen cabinet to get my flashlight so that I could search for him outside and there he was, just sitting on the bottom shelf. Usually when I call him, he answers so, clearly, he was enjoying every minute of my panic. I was so relieved that he was safe that I started to bawl. This boy is 18 1/2 years old and he still pulls his stunts. What am I going to do w/him?
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