I happened to walk into our spare bedroom and glance out the window at the backyard, hoping to spot our missing cat. And lo and behold, there was Max, strolling through the yard toward the house. I called to Max and he quickened his step, heading toward the window where I stood, so I ran around the house and scooped him up. Max seemed happy to be back, relaxing in my arms and looking up at the night sky as I walked back to the front door. But then Max became uneasy and started to squirm, realizing we'd be reunited with the dogs waiting inside the house. However, once we got inside Max calmed down, and he headed to the dining room to play with Dollie inside the floor. Now I can sleep easy tonight.