This morning my husband wakes me up to ask where one of our cats is. I jumped up in a sleepy panic thinking he's been left out for a couple of days and my husband tells me that he was in the basement yesterday morning. I honestly don't know if the cat was here yesterday when I left around 12:30 and the only way he would have gotten out is if my son put him out. Seeing as how my son is only 2 1/2, we're not getting much insight. This is killing me, it's been cold here and poor Figgy is not up to this kind of wind and weather. My husband is coming home early to tear the basement apart. We have two options, he's off in the basment passed away (he's almost 10) or he's run off. If he's outside, I don't think he would have made it through the night. We've looked in all the usual hiding spots inside and outside. I'm just so bummed, besides my son, our pets are my babies.