Today will henceforth be known as the day that we learned to keep a much closer eye on Mozzie*. Either that or the day that he learns that there is a reason the saying goes "curiosity killed the cat." FOR THE RECORD: we did not kill nor come close to killing our cat, we just kind of lost him for a while.
It went something like this...
I needed a trash bag out of the bottom drawer. I opened said drawer. Mozzie investigated as he must investigate everything in the house. Kailey commented on how inquisitive he is. We both walked away. I return a couple minutes later, notice the drawer is still open so I close it. I'm not sure how much time elapsed at this point, Kailey your thoughts? 15 minutes? Kailey returns to the kitchen. She pauses, looks around, then announces "Umm Tory? I can hear Mozzie but I can't see him anywhere." I come in the kitchen, look around, nothing. I say, "Did he get in that drawer when it was open?" Kailey opens the drawer. No Mozzie. We close the drawer. Hmmm. We look around the dining room**. Nothing. Glance around the living room. No cat. In a moment inspiration I pull the drawer out completely. Out pops a little kitty head. Yeah, now I am utterly freaked out anytime he comes near the fridge when the door is open.
He also flushed the toilet this morning so there is a chance that he is a genius who just happens to get stuck in drawers occasionally. I'm sure he wouldn't be the first. Probably.
* Did I mention we got a cat? Well most of you know anyway.
**This room is normally referred to as "dogtopia" but I figured I would go with the more traditional naming so that you would know what the hell I was talking about.