The Parable of the Lost Coin..errr.. Cat!

Jack was AWOL this morning, but when I shook his food he came out from the driver's side seat. Dave and I continue to have a leisurely morning drinking coffee and reading the Observer on line (LOVE their e-edition!) A little while later I go to give him my left over yogurt (he usually begs for it!) and he's no where to be found. I figure he's just hiding somewhere, and am not worried. He has not wanted to go out AT ALL even when the door has been left open. Dave gets up and begins to look for him. Of course I had gone out of the door once, so the possibility of him getting out is there. He looks all around and declares he's not in the RV. We start looking outside. I finally go to the RV office and ask if they have seen him. (They were sitting out in rockers on the porch with a clear view of our RV). Nope. Go back in and look some more. Now I am doing the commando crawl, on my belly with the flashlight looking under everything! (And my new knee is good, but not THAT good! But Jack is worth the pain!)... we decide we can't go anywhere until he "comes home". As we are making one more pass around the campground, I look up and there he is... on the dash between the curtain and the window, looking at us like he's laughing at our antics!