So I wake up this morning to go to the dreaded band camp. I go downstairs, and I'm eating breakfast when...
Daniel: Muffin got out this morning.
Me: Whut?
Mom: I'm sorry, honey. She got out and ran away. I wasn't going to tell you until you got back from band camp.
Me: WHUT? -noms cereal angirly-
So yep. My dear kitty, Muffin, slipped through the screens on the porch and fled for her life from the dogs in the backyard. Now I might never see her again.