One afternoon, PussPuss went missing. Had she jumped out the side window to the roof one story down? She had done this before without injury, but last time she stood under the window and meowed noisily until, with much difficulty, we retrieved her. There was no ball of fur running around on the rooftop below. She wasn’t in any of her usual hiding places under the kitchen sink, or in the closet, or under the bed. I called and called and asked our neighbors if I could check on their roof to look for her. She wasn’t there, and I could find no apparent means of escape.