We've just spent the past half hour running through our neighbours' yards looking for our cat. She's an indoor cat that we sometimes let out on a leash, but at some point tonight she managed to sneak out. We were in and out too many times to know when she went missing. After driving and running around - yes at 11pm - whistling for her and shaking her tin of treats, we managed to find her. Silly cat! Hubby's giving her lots of snuggles now. If she wasn't already, I think she is about to become the most spoiled cat in the world. He's already cracked open a can of tuna for her.