I am a bad Kitty MOM. I will be punished by Santa Paws with chunk of coal in my stocking.
I shut and locked my back door to my back entrance last night. A couple hours later, I noticed Gracie hadn't been around much. I went to the door and heard little tiny plaintive cries. She was in the enclosed porch looking out at the yard in the dark, which she loves to do. I just didn't know she was there. It has no heat, so when I rescued her, her little ears were cold. She ran right down to use her litter box and them quickly up to check out the food dish. Mr. Tootles never noticed she went missing either.
Thank goodness Gracie is of a forgiving nature.