There....by the oranges.

I was just now lying in bed with the lights off when I remembered that I hadn't put the clothes in the dryer.  It's raining and I was warm so I just rolled over.  Finally I bribed myself out of bed with the promise of a spoonful of peanut butter dipped into the chocolate chip bag. (Like you don't do it.)

I was walking by the kitchen on the way to the basement when I heard strange meowing.  It sounded like Stix was outside.  I opened the back door.  He wasn't there.

I opened the coat closet.

I opened the cupboard with the pots.

I opened the game closet.

I opened all the curtains in the kitchen.

I said to his mother:
"That's your stupid baby bawling.  Where is he stuck??!"

She looked at me bewildered.

I opened the cupboard below the sink.

I opened every bottom cupboard in the kitchen.

Still he meowed.

I got down on my hands and knees and listened......

Meoowww....  meoowwww.

He was under the fridge.  I heaved the fridge out and he's not there.

So. I. Open. The. Fridge.

And there he is.

Sitting on the shelf by the oranges.

His paws were super cold and he blinked a lot.  If I hadn't gotten up to change the clothes I would have found a dead black cat in my fridge tomorrow morning when I went to get the milk out for cereal.

How did he get in there?  I have no idea.

I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Chocolate and peanut butter is a heavenly made combination.

It brings about miracles.