I was pet sitting for my cousin during Thanksgiving and he had his neighbors family members stay over in the spare bedrooms. He has an office in the attic and they keep the door ajar (when is a door not a door?? when it's AJAR!!! Padum-pum) so the cat can go in and out of it. Well, she got closed up in the attic and I didn't think to check because she usually sits on the dining room table chairs. 2 days later I took inventory and realized I hadn't seen her (she hates my guts and lunges at me any chance she gets). I noticed that the neighbors friends shut the attic door. I went looking for her and VOILA!! There she was!!! Was she grateful to me??? Hell no! She lunged at me before she walked down the hall. *sigh* Tell me again WHY I pet sit???