I just searched my entire house for my cat. I was getting really worried that she was dead because that's how my brain works. I checked all her hiding spots because we'd had a couple storms and she doesn't like them. She wasn't anywhere and wasn't coming for treats. Finally I came into my bedroom to be sure I didn't shut her in the closet and noticed a lump under my bedspread. She'd been sleeping under there the whole time. Now she's pouting because I touched her to be sure she was alive (I know this is abnormal thinking) and it work her up.

Cats!!!