Get ready for incoming war flashbacks, all you cat owners in the crowd, because we have all had that moment of suddenly realizing that we haven't seen our cat in a while, going to look for it, then not finding it and losing our heckin' minds.
Then, it's one of two things: either the cat has been sleeping in the closet this whole time and is perfectly innocent, or - the more likely option - that hooligan has been hiding in his new hiding spot for the past half and hour, absolutely enjoying my stress while I'm shaking his bag of treats, looking for him.
Cats are jerks. That's a known face. We still love them though.
