Jack has found himself locked in the closets many times (on accident, of course), but this one stands out in my memory the most. Jack couldn't have been more than 6 months old at the time. My husband had gone in the closet to get his coat out and Jack ran in there unnoticed. Well, we left to go out and six hours later we came back home. Jack is one to greet us at the door, so when he wasn't there we got a little worried. We started calling his name and we heard this muffled meow. We followed the meow and opened the coat closet up...he was sitting on my husbands bookbag looking up at us with dried tears around his eyes. He looked so pitiful. I felt so bad. Needless to say, he wouldn't let us out of his sight for the rest of the night.