The bad cat revisited

The bad cat has been nice of late, no transgressions like trying to take my face off in the middle of the nite. He still cries in the middle of the nite, sometimes for food ( because he can't get enof during the day because of the dog) and sometimes cause he wants me to pick him up and put him in the bed. I don't think he can jump that high anymore. He either settles down by my side ( nice heater this time of year) or perches on my shoulder rite next to my head, like a bird. With the dog at my feet, this must be some sight.
the other day, when i was talking on the phone to my friend, i realized I hadn't heard from his highness last night and went looking for him. He is only usually upstair in the computer room on the futon; he wasnt' there. i looked around and didn't' see him, my friend said she wanted to get off the phone, she didn't want to hear me scream, when I found my dead cat. I even looked in the basement, then hung up with her to continue looking. what if he got outside and was out all nite and froze; then I turned around from looking outside and lo and behold there he was under the bench next to the door in the boot tray.