In the couple of years I’ve had her, I’ve lost count of the times I’ve closed her up somewhere. She’s remarkably quiet about it, so she stays locked up until I actually go looking. Usually, she’ll stroll out nonchalantly, tail in a question-mark shape, going ‘ta daa , here I am’.

and he appeared at the front door screaming to be let in and fed. It was really raining, but he was almost dry when he got here, so I think he must have slipped in an open door and got locked in. I'm so happy he's home.

would have nothing to do with that action. Shut her in a closet or the attic and she raises a ruckus. Putting her in a sealed box and then the car? Just no.