Just a little panic...

A couple of days ago, I was late for work. See, I have a cat. Her name is Belle. And normally in the morning, she won't leave my side. She follows me into the bathroom, around the apartment; she attacks my feet as I pack my lunch, etc. Well, on Wednesday she was no where to be found.

And, I panicked.

I know, I know. She is just a cat. But, she is also my baby.

I looked everywhere for her... under the bed, in my roommates room (where the door is closed and Belle isn't allowed); I moved the couch, looked under all of our chairs. I could not find her. I just paced the apartment because I didn't know where she was.

Where was she? Well, here is where I found her...

That's right... in my closest curled up on an old comforter. The best part? I had to pass her two or three times as I was panicking... she probably just looked up at me laughing. "What is that stupid human doing?"

Oh well, at least I found her!