Last night at 2200 hours I decided to head to bed, went to look for my baby (Sookie my cute and chubby Scottish Fold) and could I find her...NO, I searched all through the house (2x), finally at 2230 I awoke Narny to help me look outside (because I am a bit of a Sooky myself at night). We searched all around the back yard and out the front (in case by some miracle she heaved her chubby little body up and over the gate) with our flashlights and shining the laser light in all directions(you may be thinking that the neighbours must've thought we were mad...but we've been here 20 years and they KNOW we are mad).
Finally at 2255 we gave up, came inside and I told Narny to go to bed. As I sat on my bed moaning about where was my darling and how could I sleep without her, guess who appeared in the littlies doorway and plonked her furry butt on the floor - yup, she must've been hidden so far under the bed that I couldn't see her when searching.
So now Narny says I have officially earnt the title of "the crazy cat lady".
BTW my baby and I had a lovely sleep...until she started chewing my toes.