1.) Come home from work and make a baked potato for dinner.

2.) Slather with butter and sour cream and chow down.

3.) As you eat, realize that you haven’t seen Miranda in a good while. Call Miranda.

4.) No Miranda. You’re pretty sure you saw her this morning, but memory is a tricky thing.

5.) Get up and look around downstairs for Miranda, calling all the while.

6.) Go upstairs and look for Miranda, still calling her name loudly. No Miranda.

7.) Go back downstairs and start searching all her favorite hiding places, still calling.

8.) Back upstairs, searching some more. Look in attic. Look in closets. Look in empty dresser drawers. Look under couch.

9.) Repeat several times. Look between piles of boxes. Look in cupboards. Start to freak out.

10.) Think back to the last time she was seen. You THINK it was this morning, but you spent 30 minutes carrying stuff to the cars on Sunday afternoon and the door might have been left open during one of those trips.

11.) More searching, more calling. Start looking in really unlikely places, like bags of clothes for Goodwill.

12.) Freak out because a.) she’s been sick and may have crawled off somewhere to…well, you know and b.) you might have PACKED her in a BOX.

13.) Grab scissors and cut open all the boxes you packed in the past 24 hours.

14.) Search house again.

15.) Inform sweetie via IM that Miranda does not appear to be in the house. Sweetie immediately offers to come over and help look.

16.) Walk outside and start calling for Miranda. Call sweetie on phone and take him up on his offer to come over.

17.) Knock on next door neighbors’ door and explain that you may have a missing cat. They offer sympathetic ultimately happy lost-cat story of their own and kindly offer to keep an eye out.

18.) Spend about 15 minutes calling Miranda while wandering around outside.

19.) Go inside, bring out bowl of food to set on porch, and keep calling.

20.) Go back inside and do another tour of the house.

21.) Back outside, more calling.

22.) Back inside for yet another round of the entire house. For some reason, go to bedroom and check in the little space between the big storage headboard and the platform bed frame. There is Miranda, tucked neatly away. GAAAAAAAAAAH.

23.) Sweetie arrives. By this time, a rather quiet and not-entirely-well seeming Miranda has nevertheless gobbled down a half can of food.