My wife "lost" the boy cat one day when he was young. She looked and looked for him without luck. I was in bed with a cold so she came and woke me up.

I looked all over (and under too). We called and called. We got out the catnip and food treats.

Finally she heard a muffled sound from the fridge. She opened the door and there he sat on the bottom shelf.

He was not hurt, frightened, or anything. The only reason that he meowed was that he heard the panic in our voices. he loves the cold.