Strangest: Lois got out one night and CLIMBED THE STAIRS. She's always been a climber, but I spent 20 minutes downstairs looking for her because everyone says ball pythons go low when they escape. I finally went upstairs and there she was, cruising around. Probably looking for a nice precarious bookshelf to climb.

(I'm glad your girl made it out okay. I know a cat who was permanently messed up in the head from a washer/dryer experience.)