Yesterday morning was one of those mornings. Oliver is always around for his breakfast of warmed wet food. Pierre and MK were present as they typically are but Oliver was unusually missing. All morning I kept watching for him but no sign. As the hours passed my worry escalated.
My mind raced back to the last time I saw him, which would have been sometime Monday afternoon. When I arrived home late on Monday night, I saw two black cats in the alleyway. I watched in horror as the smaller black cat ran away from my car and was about to dart out across the busy street but put on it's brakes just in time to avoid an approaching car. The other cat ran behind my garage. I couldn't be sure but I think the cat that went behind the garage may have been Oliver.
Anyway, before leaving for work, I thought I might take a stroll around the neighborhood and look for him. I started by going out the back door and I didn't get very far before I saw this:
Oliver was in the garage window, meowing at me to get my attention! "Hey!! Over here!!!" He had somehow managed to squeeze between the sheet metal curtain and the glass. I would have never thought to look in there, so it was good he was in the window.
After I got home for work Monday night, I had popped into the garage for a few seconds, just enough time to turn off the light that had been left on and apparently was all the time he needed to run in. Poor guy, being locked away for the night!
I'm so thankful all the horrific scenarios that had been coming to mind earlier in the morning didn't come true. He'll be getting extra loves this morning to make up for the one's he missed.