Just got back from shopping. Put stuff away. Made myself a tasty shaved ham and turkey sammich with Duke’s mayo, Swiss and cheddar cheese. Put the fixin’s back in the fridge. Sat down to nom on my yummy sando.

A few minutes later… soft, barely perceptible…

Mew! Mew! Mew!

Looked around. Henley is on my lap because she thinks she gets to have some of the sandwich. Morgana is on the bed. Where is Mel?

Mew! Mew!

I call Diane and the search begins. We wonder if she somehow slipped between our feet when the apartment door was open. Nope. She’s not out there. Checked the bathrooms and cabinets. Nothing. Now she’s getting strident.

MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!

Sounds like the crying is coming from behind the fridge. I pull it away from the wall. No cat.

MEEEEOW!!! MEEOWWWW!!!

Diane wonders… could she have gotten INTO the fridge?

Nonsense, right? How in the hell would Mel be dumb enough to…

Di opens the door. Mel shoots out of the meat storage area and dashes to Diane’s office.

Musta got in there when I put the turkey and ham back in the fridge.

Good thing we found her. She woulda gotten chilly after awhile.