The Great Escape

Yesterday was a bit of an adventure, as my roommates told me in the afternoon that my darling cat Marcel had escaped from the house, and had been gone since the night before. He's not supposed to be an outside cat, so I was pretty panicked, and set out searching the neighborhood with some cat food, accompanied by our other cat, Ira. (side story: during the search, Ira actually jumped into our neighbor's car through an open window. I've never seen a cat do something so bizarre.) After a fruitless search and a few more hours of waiting, I put up a few signs and a posting on Craigslist. Through my research, I learned some interesting things about lost indoor cats:

1. They are usually close to home, hiding under something small.
2. Sometimes they wait until dark to try to find their way home.
3. Putting something outside the house with your scent on it can help the cat get back.

So I put some cat food and an un-chewed cardboard box, which Marcel can't resist, on the porch and continued to wait.
That night, as I left the house to go see Nigel, Marcel came prancing in the door like nothing had happened. His giant tail was full of tree sap and pine needles, so he must have climbed a tree.
Today he has been recovering in his cat tent.

Marcel in the cat tent.

His most recent box chewing project.