Oh Logon, so glad to hear everything turned out ok. Even though Mimi might be mad now, she'll get over it soon and then she'll let you know she's glad you finally let her out.

The only time I had a scare like this was a long time ago when Tubby was maybe 2 years old. I lived by myself in a small house, and I put Tubby in the basement all day while I was at work (he was still a little terror kitty and would tear up the house if left alone. He has mellowed dramatically with age ). Usually when I came home everyday, he would hear the garage door open, then close and he knew the next step was for me to let him out so I usually found him right inside the door waiting impatiently for me. Well one day I came home and no Tubby by the door. I called for him and looked around a bit. It wasn't a big basement, and there was very little in it, so very few hiding places. I went upstairs, changed my clothes, putzed a bit thinking he would come up in his own sweet time. Well, he didn't. A trick I had to get him to come anytime was to shake the treat can. He would hear that and coming running from wherever he was. I took that downstairs and called for him while I shook the can. Still no Tubby. I was really getting worried now. I was convinced something had happened during the day - although I couldn't conceive of what that might be - and he had crawled behind some boards that were leaning against the wall and died. I couldn't bear to find him like that, so I called my boyfriend at the time and made him go down and move the boards. Well, sure enough he found Tubby who was looking up at him, squinting his eyes as if to say "what do you want and why are you bothering me?" He was just fine and had just been napping behind the boards and just never bothered to come out when I called. I was so mad at him, but still so glad that he was ok. And you know, now that I think about it, I've never forgiven him for pulling that stunt.