So KarateMonkey and I came back from eating dinner tonight, and I realized I hadn't seen Charlie, one of the kitties, in quite some time. KarateMonkey was pretty sure I was being paranoid, but indulged me in searching the house.
Finally I opened the recliner, and out shoots a rumpled ball of fur!!! Poor thing had been shut in the recliner since last night. I feel terrible..... But she seems to have escaped any lasting harm.
'bout gave me a heart attack, though!