For the love of...
So, I awoke this morning to no Pinta. That's right...I called her, Ciara, who came over for a run, called her, Ed called her...we even shook the food container (typically, a sure-bet way of getting her attention) Nothing. Not a sound. We searched each room, growing more and more concerned by the second. Finally, while searching the kitchen, Ciara thought she heard a meow and I thought I heard paws on wood. Sure enough, Pinta had managed to get trapped in the only cupboard in the house that she couldn't have escaped from. GAH! Seriously...that was not good...I was about to start making 'Lost Cat' signs, wander the neighborhood shaking the cat food container, and/or cry. Silly, silly cat!