Sunday morning, before going to the in-laws for a day of painting, I slid Elliotts door open to give him a quick pat goodbye and then off I went. Fast forward 8 hours later....I walk in the door and take a peek at E's home and notice the door slid open about 6 inches and my heart sank! I quickly run over to see if he is on his favorite branch or in his cave and NOTHING! HE'S GONE!!! So instantly I start scanning the room and Rachel is running around looking everywhere and I am in panic mode now. I am instantly reminded of stories like prottiesmomma and the likes and just terribly sad now. I then see the cat sitting on the couch and just get a feeling of dread. I basically then turn my mission in to a recovery mission instead of search and rescue. I looked just about everywhere in the house and then notice a door I hadn't looked behind yet and sure enough....there he is..... I blurt out his name, " Ellliott!" and sure enough...his eyes open to greet me! I was so happy so I picked him and gave him a quick look over to make sure he is uninjured and aside from a little bit of dust and cat hair(must make sure to clean back there more) he is good as can be. SO i guess he just wanted to take a nap. :lol: I can;t believe that he made the jump though! It is 3 feet from his viv to the floor and I have hardwood floors. I wish I had a camera set up to see his adventures. I am pretty sure it was like this...jump out of my viv, go to couch, look out window..oh no the cat..RUN!!, ok noW I need a nap. :lol: