Ah, the doppelganger cat issue.
I have a tail about that 😆
My DS and his DP lived with me and my DP when we had a big house, and they had a lovely but skittish tabby girl.
Had a few friends round for pre-drinks prior to going out for Halloween. DIL was away, so DS was in charge of cat. There was a bit of to-ing and fro-ing as we piled out if the front door, in an alley, in the dark, getting to our taxi.
My over-thonking brain remembered cat had been in and out of the kitchen where we all were, so en route to the club we were going to, I called DS and suggested he just make sure cat was secure.
He said he'd check and let me know. Then after half an hour I checked in with him. He was frantic - cat was nowhere to be found x
I went home to help him search, first the house, then the wider area, as she was predominantly a house cat. We were convinced she had ninja-ed her way out during the scrum to leave the house.
So I found myself on hands and knees luring a tabby cat out from under a car in the next street with Dreamies - on close inspection it wasn't the right cat. I felt sick, DS was sweating bullets.
DP by this time, fed up if waiting, turned up. Walked into the house, repeated our search including opening a wardrobe we'd both opened - there was cat, sleepily looking up at us from a nest if shoes as if to say What? WHAT?
So all's well that ended well, but I swear DS and I aged ten years. Went back to the club and managed to end the night happily 😊