Kirsten,

I'm so glad your kitties are safe and back home! When I was in CT, every night when I got home, I'd have to take a head count because my oldest, Mollie Rose, was famous for scooting past me in the dark of the night and out the door into the hallway. I had the same kind of bannisters you did, and lived on the second floor.

One night I got home as usual, closed the door and went to sleep. Around 2 a.m. I heard this cat yowling at the top of it's lungs. I got up thinking someone had left their cat outside of my building. When I opened the front door (there were hallways in both the back and front door) there stuts the divine Miss M with a look on her face like "I meant to do that. What the hell took you so long to let me in anyways???"

Hence the cat inventory.