Catwoman, I’m so relieved you found Wolfie! I hope he’s not sick. But if he is, I’m sure you and your vet will do right by him.
Boxsprings are a perfect kitty hiding place! I once thought we’d lost one of our four cats when we moved. My DH thought Lady had accidentally gotten out during moving boxes out onto the back porch, though he hadn’t seen her dash out. She was *his* cat, too; he was so disappointed and sad. I was heartbroken at the thought that we’d let our cat down, and that she’d find a painful end in busy traffic.
We slept that night on the old apartment’s floor, on flattened carboard boxes. We had put out food & a carrier, hoping she’d come back for it. She didn’t show. Dejected, we went to our new apartment (only a couple miles away, but since she didn’t know where it was, it might as well have been the moon).
We laid down on the bed in the bedroom, and started to quietly talk, trying to sort through our feelings and reassure one another that it wasn’t our fault, that we’d tried what we could…
And a fluffy tailtip appeared at the edge of the bed, though we’d shut all the cats out of the bedroom.
I rolled over, looked over the side of the bed, and saw Lady standing there, looking up at us. I said, “You know, Lady, if I weren’t so thrilled to see you, I’d kill you right about now!!!!”
(She’d hidden in the box spring in the bedroom, where all the cats were shut in during the majority of the moving activity. We had no idea.)