I do believe I was bamboozled….
The cat was in the linen closet. After a trip around the neighborhood by car, one on foot, an attempt to make fliers, and a whole lot of weeping and gnashing of teeth, the cat is now happily playing in the kitchen (with something he’s not supposed to, no doubt).
Disaster averted. Don’t I feel stupid? (In my defense, he is all black and the linen closet is very dark–especially at 1 a.m.).
Ahhhh, but it’s the very best KIND of stupid. 😉