I'm freaking out

I don't know if it's just that I watched a horror flick this morning or what, but I'm seriously kinda freaked out. My keys are missing. My house is very small, how many places could they possibly be? I've looked everywhere, under the furniture, on counters, under couch cushions, evvverywhere. No keys. Fozzie is missing, too. Well, sorta. He meows when I call him, but he doesn't come. It isn't like him. And while I was out smoking I could hear rustling coming from the neighbor's yard, but it sounded too big to be el Fozzie. Since the car is still here I'm assuming Fozzie didn't take the keys to steal the car, but who knows? Maybe he's waiting 'til I go to bed so he can get a good start before I ring up the fuzz. Okay, so my seriousness lapsed a bit there, but really, where the hell could my keys be? Any psycho coulda picked them up if I dropped them outside and would be waiting for me to go to sleep to come in and off me. Christ, what's wrong with me? Paranoid much? I know this all sounds stupid, I just have a bad feeling for some reason.