I usually let my cat Tabby out when I change the duck and chicken's water and then I put her back in the house when I'm done. It started raining and I noticed she'd disappeared. My mum, dad, me and my sister spent a bit of time looking around the property for her and I went under the house, crawling around in the dirt. I went right up the back of the property and then down the front. No cat. I figured she got lost or something. Turns out the fucking dipshit was on the veranda all along in our old dog box just making silent meows to my sister, who brought her in. So I'm really grateful nothing bad happened and we all worked together.