This morning, I got up and only two cats showed up for breakfast. Missiger was gone. I checked under furniture and in closets - no sign of her. I dug out the flashlight and searched every corner of the house and still no cat. Then I opened the back door and called, and there she was, emerging from under the back steps, where she had evidently spent the night.
Somehow, that poor girl must have gotten outside, and was locked out for the whole long, cold winter night. She seems to be fine - she ate her breakfast and is now snoozing on my bed, but I feel like a lousy parent.
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