At 3 a.m. bells I heard my itty bitty kitty make a sound that I translated in Catlish as being in distress. I jumped out of bed with my pocket flashlight and called him and didn’t hear his little tinkle bell collar jangle. I then turned all the lights on and called him and still couldn’t find him. Finally heard a jingle. He was playing underneath my desk. Troublesome & Bothersome, that’s what catz is.