Where’s Spoon?

When I wake up this morning, I realize the kitten is missing.

In the past, she has been under the couch.

Was she under the couch?  No.

She has been on the top shelf of the closet.

Was she on the top shelf of the closet?  Nope, not there.

In the cabinet?

The stove?

The freezer?

Nah, No, Nope.

At this point, we begin to worry.  But we laugh at ourselves.  How could the kitten have gotten out of our 11th floor apartment?

Several hours later, we have torn apart the laundry, searched through all three closets, and even checked the bathtub more than once.

We decide to make signs.  They feature a picture of our kitten, and say, “Have you seen me?” As well as our phone numbers and “please call.”  We are still laughing, but less now.  Where could she be hiding?

An hour later, we get a call.  She is outside, hiding below an air conditioner!

Now, I ask you, did she:

A) jump out the 11th floor window, and somehow turn out just fine?  (The air conditioner was exactly 11 stories below our open kitchen window)

or

B) Get out our apartment door, make it on to the elevator, get off at the Lobby and get past two double doors without anyone noticing?

Since our kitten does not speak any English, we may never know.