Our cat was closed in a drawer for hours once after I was putting away laundry. We ran around the house calling his name and shaking toys, food, whatever- never made a sound. It wasn't until h went out in the car to look for him (in tears!) that I finally heard a little scratch against the wood. He was so smooshed, but perfectly content. Dumbass.
Squirrels in the toilet and cats in the fridge. Thanks, Obama!
It keeps going. Tough i don't know if it really gets worse:
I went out to the garage to do my laundry and heard some extra noises. I figure it was a lizard. Come back inside for hangers and go back to the garage to find a dead lizard right in the middle of the path. I know it wasn't there before. Tell DH there's a dead lizard. dH tries to wrap it in a paper towel and says "yup not dead". He takes it out to the yard. Doesn't let me know if he moved I must have clipped him the first time I went to the garage and then he was badly wounded.