Got home form the office, and my cat was gone! He is normally in the window, so I freaked out and tore the place apart looking for him. After a few minutes I hit panic mode, because I realized the door had been open for a bit as I took the trash out. Tunch has been outide 2-3 times in four years- that is it.
Then, I hurt a faint, whiny meow. It seems someone had wandered into the hallway closet when I pulled the ironing board out this morning and had been locked up for 5 hours.
THat was the worst feeling in the world. I think I know what it feels like to lose your kid in a department store.