We never let any of the cats into the attic because there's too many places to hide, plus all the insulation, which is bad for anybody. I called to Mia, not expecting her to come to me. She's gotten into the attic before, so I figured I'd see her hovered in one of the parts where the ceiling sloped down to meet the wall. But I couldn't find her at all.
After 10 minutes I started to focus on the wall that separated our half of the duplex from the neighbors. It was all shadowy.
"Hey, Sarah," I called out. "I bet Mia's next door."
I showed her the corner where it was all dark. It appeared to have a section of about two feet that looked open. I couldn't crawl back there because the floor ended long before that area.
So I went down and rang the neighbor's bell. The man answered the door. "Hi there!"
"Uh, I'm sorry to bother you," I said. "I think my cat's in your attic..."
I explained what happened and he and his wife laughed. "Let's go see," he said.
We went up to their attic and as soon as the guy opened the door, Mia swooped down the stairs. The neighbor caught her. "Whoop! So we finally get to meet," he said to Mia.
Clearly Mia had no interest in getting acquainted because she tried to kick the sh*t out of the guy. She wanted nothing to do with anyone. So I took the writhing Mia, apologized and thanked my neighbors again and returned home.
Home to watch the Yankees beat the Red Sox!
On a side note, I couldn't stop laughing at the replays of Pedro vs. Zimmer! LOL!!!