This is my confession...

I have a confession, and this is it: I shut Chimba in the fridge. It was ajar, I slammed it shut with my foot and left the room. We heard Chimba noises which we largely ignore because he often walked around the apartment meowing at the top of his unneutered crazy kitty lungs, and its almost always about nothing. Almost...
Well, Josh followed the sounds, and they led to the empty kitchen. Chimba was freed from the fridge and sprinted into the living room and he was actually cold when I picked him up!! While this might seem like a cat's dream, he was actually slightly more traumatized than usual. I think me holding him afterwards he might have traumatized him even more!