We lost Chucky this morning.  Looked high and low...he was gone! Disappeared!  Vamoosed!

Then, I opened the coat closet, and out he ran!  I've recreated the scene here, while NOT at home:

Our closet at home is a french door
Recreation of closet door opening!

City The Kitty looks fierce!
Recreation of cat leaving the closet!
(Using City the Kitty's calendar, without permission...)
As I left the house and jumping into The Cat Car, I managed to snap a couple of photos of a long black cat in high dudgeon, now hiding in the bay window.

The view from The Cat Car
The view from the inside of my car

"I'm gonna hork up a hairball on your pillow for that!"
Chuck looking back at me with a pitiful
look on his face...but maybe that was
because of my reflection in the glass
or the peeling paint?
Apparently, he snuck into the coat closet when I opened it to hang my coat up after feeding The 'O' Cats.  Usually, that coat closet door stays open a wee bit open, so Chuck probably thought he could get out again, but I had done a good job of closing it.

Poor Chucky!  But, it was only 20 minutes of incarceration!  I think he hates me...

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