I thought I lost a cat.  I hadn’t seen Pericles since sometime last night.  When I didn’t seem him this morning, I got concerned.  Had he inadvertently gotten closed in a room?  I searched the house, checking closets and rooms I’d gone into even briefly last night — just in case he’d managed to slip in behind me unnoticed.  No luck.

Where could he be?  He does this sometimes — curls up somewhere, and we can’t find him.  I sat down at the kitchen table to separate yesterday’s junk mail into trash and shred piles, and it dawned on me.  I felt the chair next to me.  Sure enough.  There was Pericles.  Curled up and sleeping comfortably.  Oblivious to my concern.