I was getting pretty worried as dusk transitioned to dark. I decided to walk the neighborhood and call for Briar. I could see a sliver of the moon in the sky through the oak trees. I figured I'd go to the last place he was seen and see if I could find him... on the soccer field. I called him every 2-3 minutes. As I headed towards the soccer field through the blacktop, I called "Briar Kitty". I hear a faint jingle behind me get louder and louder... it was Briar. He didn't make any noises, he just put his tail up and rubbed on me. He must have come from the bushes at the south end of the school yard. I picked him up and couldn't help but to rub my face on his cheek and "awwww". I put him down we started our way back home.
We passed the janitor by the office and he looked at me funny... so I assumingly said... "I didnt think I would find him, but I figured I'd give it a try". He said, "That's a nice cat". I laughed..."You've seen him before?", he replied, "Yes, all the time". We said our goodbyes and I headed home as Briar followed enthusiatically by my side.
He went straight to the cat door this time and beat me inside! He gobbled up his food and is now crashed in the closet with my clothes.