When I was about to leave work today, I got a frantic call from Dave.
"Hey, I'm kind of worried that Mr. Orange got out earlier and hasn't come back yet."
"What time did he get out?"
"About 3 p.m., when I got back from Target and was letting the dogs out."
"That's only about 3 hours. He'll be back soon. He always comes back. I'm trying to wrap things up here, but we'll look for him when I get home. Try not to worry. OK?"
The thing is, it's past 11 p.m. and there's still no sign of Mr. Orange.
Where'd you go, little buddy?
We miss you.
UPDATE: Dave was about to go to bed last night at 2:30 a.m. He decided to check the bowl of food we left on the front porch for Mr. Orange. Still no kitty. So he decided, just in case, to check the back door. Here comes Mr. Orange, casually strolling up to the door like nothing ever happened. Dave snatched him up and brought him to me in bed and then set the little orange adventurer on my belly. He was back, and I swear to Pete, he's never going outside again.