I collared my bad boy, Jesper, last night.
Ever since he got out the other weekend, he’s been entirely too interested in the front door and what’s out it.
I got him a pretty red collar with a bright red twinkly bell. Very festive! 
Now when he goes missing, I can just listen out for the ding-a-ling. 
The mice in Aesop’s fable should have had you to bell their cat.
Archie, whom I’ve mentioned in this thread, liked to hide outside, from us silly humans. He would sit or lie under a bush on one side of hour house. We called the bushes his “jungle.” Now and then our dog would be out front, and she would poke around the bushes and find him there.
Oh, we took the bell off…I was refering to the cat. 
In the knife drawer.
Really.
In the dryer . . . after it had been turned on! :eek:
We heard sounds . . . meow . . . thunk . . . meow . . . thunk.
We love her to pieces but after she was rescued we laughed for about that sound for weeks afterwards.
The sooner you got her out of there the better, LL. She could have been badly hurt. 
The worst place I ever heard of a cat being, was in the outfield of Exhibition Stadium in Toronto; I think the Angels were playing the Blue Jays there. A poor young black cat wandered out into the outfield…Poor scared thing…all those people…all that noise…he didn’t know what was going on. I can only hope park personnel got him out of there…
In the arms of our neighbors (the cats had crawled through a hole we thought was adequately-patched and went on through to our neighbors’), in the apartment of our downstairs neighbor, under the deck, any number of times in the cupboard…
I caught mine last night hiding in the empty Christmas tree box under the tinsel.
I had to bring this up because I just remembered the strangest place I’ve ever found my cat.
When my two were just a few months old, I was on the treadmill. I heard this pat-a-pat-a-pat-a thump pat-a-pat-a-pat-a thump. I looked behind me and Moody was trying to run on the treadmill with me. Of course, eventually Shilla had to try too.
After that, I had to shut the door whenever I got on the treadmill.
Moody’s next trick was to balance on top of the floor fan I had in the same room. Mind you, this is one of those fans where the fan is about three feet high, with just a wire cage around the blades. Sort of like this
I have 8 cats (did have 12, but got a few into other homes), so it isn’t hard to find them in weird spots.
Scarecrow likes to sleep in the bathtub.
Starlyte (Psycho) likes to sleep on the hood of my Mom’s car. In 90 degree weather or in 0 degree weather. Also, in the summer time, I’ve gone out and started my car only to have her jump onto my lap from the backseat. She likes to sleep on top of the refrigerator, on top of the fish tank (but doesn’t bother the fish), and top of the cupboards, too.
Stevie, Sophie, and Speck all like going into the cupboards – I’ve opened the cupboard doors and found all of them sleeping together.
Sniffles likes to sleep in my dresser drawers.
Oh yeah… all cats in this house must have “S” names. *All * eight of them (and when we had 12).
Sniffles, Scarecrow, Starlyte, Smokey, Salem, Stevie, Sophie, & Speck. I love my kitties!
Meep! I know what I’m naming my next cat, with your kind permission…
When I was a kid, my mom made a couple pies for thanksgiving, covered them with a towel and left them out overnight to cool. The next morning she found the cat sleeping on, or rather, in one of them! I really thought she was going to kill the cat!