Oops.

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After we brought stuff in from the greenhouse, started the dishwasher, and generally got into post-dinner mode, both of us heard a plaintive mew.

Zoey? Nope- she was resting quietly on Emily's bed.

Taz was even more unconscious on the bed in here.

Mew. MEWWWWW.

That left one very Boyntonesque cat unaccounted for. In a kitchen cabinet (those had been open)? The linen closet (likewise?). Horrors- could she has dishwasher?!?

No, mew, no, mew, no, mew.

Finally, I triangulated the noise- and let the stupid cat back in through the back door she'd escaped out of during one of its probably dozen openings for food and dog-butlering purposes.

I guess we should consider it a compliment that she chose to come back in.