Where is the Archbishop of Canterbury?

When you have five cats--five cats you complain about, lament about and vow NOT to replace when they are gone--why is the absence of one so obvious?

It's Sunday evening and the last time I recall seeing my oldest son's cat is Wednesday night. I left Thursday morning for Kansas and returned Friday night, so she could have disappeared anytime while I was gone.

She's a good cat, and she's been gone for a couple days before, but I have a bad feeling about this.

I go outside and call "Here kitty kitty kitty" several times a day. However, this generally just makes the other four cats come out to find me. I'd call "Here Archbishop of Canterbury!" but the neighbors already think I'm weird without me loudly and publicly summoning the head of the Anglican Church. Of course, our Archbishop is a female, proving we're just that much more progressive in Cedar Hill.