We left our two cats home alone and asked a friend, Justine, to check on them for us in the middle of the week. When she arrived at our house she had trouble with the front door and called Douglas for help. He was on the very top of an extension ladder at Miss Anna's at the time--she had called me first and I couldn't remember whether the key turned left, right, etc. He had her go in the back door and run to the alarm panel--which worked fine. Dewey however, had somehow managed to go into our bedroom and close the door. No telling if he was locked in there immediately after we left or just before Justine arrived. Both cats were very happy to see her.
When we got home, we were greeted warmly by both of them. When Bill and I were in our bedroom however, we could smell that faint odor of cat urine but couldn't find it and figured we'd leave it til today. I turned on the electric blanket and climbed into bed--only to find that the smell was coming from my pillow and the sheets!!! We slept in the spare bedroom and today I'm in the process of tossing things and washing things to see what can be salvaged--obviously he'd been in there a while and for some unknown reason chose not to use the bathroom...or the floor....or the papers on the floor....
The saga continues. I thought it strange that the cats didn't come join us on the bed as they usually do but figured they were with Douglas. Unfortunately, when Douglas went to pack his car this morning he found them both locked out on the front porch. They were once again, very glad to see us....and very cold!! Evidently when Bill and Douglas were bringing in the luggage the cats got out onto the porch!! If we hadn't been so distracted by the bed situation and just overall exhaustion in general we probably would have looked for them. They are fine which is the bottom line although I doubt either one has learned a lesson!