I don't know if she came out of the closet or out from under the bed or out from some Dick Cheney-like "undisclosed location" she goes to hide in when her other mother (AKA her REAL mother) is away.
But I don't care.
All I care about is she's OUT ... putting an end to my 24 fear wracked hours that just because she won't come when I call -- even when I open a can of smelly cat food and try to make meowing noises to tempt her out of her hiding place -- doesn't mean she has somehow escaped into the scary, dangerous outside world in spite of my best efforts at maximum security-total kitty lockdown and I'm going to have to explain to her other mother (AKA my wife) that I lost the cat while she was in Orlando at the Believe Out Loud Power Summit.
So celebrate with me. THE CAT IS OUT! Alleluia, Alleluia!!