Hannibal was last seen on Saturday. Search of house and attached garage on Monday yielded no sightings.
Today I bundled up -- outdoor temp 17℉ -- and checked the detached garage and pole barn. Smokey and Matthew were working on cars there this weekend, and kittehs have been known to go exploring and forget to come out before the buildings are closed up again. No joy. Nor kitteh.
I continued up the driveway to fetch the mail. As I walked past the detached garage on my return I heard a mournful meow from within. Hannibal the Fluffball of Doom Dumb had decided to respond to my calls... several minutes later.
Here he, safe and warm and within sniffing distance of his food dishes. And avoiding the camera. "I am so ashamed. How could I be so dumb as to get shut in the garage. Again." "Stupid humans. How can they be so thoughtless as to shut me in the garage. Again."