The Case of the Missing Kitten

I got home from work, and still couldn't find the kitten. I wasn't able to find her before I left for work either, and found it odd that 13 hours later she was still missing. I mean, how many places can there be for a cat to hide in a house? Seriously. I looked everywhere. Even made my brother come over and help me. We discovered a small hole behind the water heater and I was convinced she had gotten in there and burrowed through some insulation and was under the house. So my brother tried to fit into the crawl space, looked under there as best as he could, still no kitten. I looked in the closets, under furniture, in the furnace room, in the freakin dryer. It's not like I live in a huge house. Seven rooms total. I even went as far as to go out and get the trash bag I had taken out the night before and check in there. NO KITTEN.
Finally, I went to bed. Honestly, I was pretty upset. I hadn't realized that I had become that attached. I'm so pathetic.
I had dreams about trying to save these weird miniature kittens from being stepped on. I got up a few times and got up to see if she was there. NO KITTEN.
I woke up and showered, went into my bedroom to get dressed. I called J and told him that Lucky was gone, and he was pretty sad too. I hung up the phone with him, and I walked out of my bedroom and there she was. Sitting next to the chair like Hey what's up? I grabbed her and got all excited then I got pissed because I spent hours looking for the silly thing, thinking she crawled into somewhere and got trapped, slept like shit, worried about her for over 24 hours and then POOF there appears Lucky.
Her belly was full, she wasn't covered in cobwebs or dust... She was in that fucking house somewhere the whole time. I'm locking her in a room until she's too big to hide... It's decided.