Both cats were inside. The front door was locked. We all went upstairs. Then I remembered I’d turned off the sound on my phone before Mass, and thought I should see if anyone had phoned or texted in the following several hours. I arrived downstairs to see that the front door was standing open and the cats were nowhere in sight.
(Jake was still inside at that point, actually, but he ran out while I was trying to persuade Shannon to come back.)
After several confusions, including Sally’s going out the back door and scaring the bejabbers out of me coming in the front, I finished the book I was reading about the time Jake decided he really didn’t want to stay out all night and turned up on the front step, Mao!
The cats revealed they know the secret of locks? How careless.