Spirit--Annabel's crazy, mischievous kitty who inspired the painting in this post--managed to outdo himself. We were sitting in the living room, getting the kids ready for bed, when we heard the most piteous meows ever uttered. Sound tends to echo off our hardwood floors, so we looked EVERYWHERE for the cat (Annabel was in a panic, because he's her "baby").
We checked in the pantry. No cat. The bathrooms. No cat. The closets. No cat. Under all the furniture. No cat. We were running out of options. That's when I happened to open one of the drawers in the kitchen. There he was, squished in with the dishrags and the tea towels.
