Behind Closed Door
Speaking of imprisonment...
When we got home last night, Ling and Pixel were right there to greet us as usual. Wyeth sometimes hangs around a room away, but just as often stays curled up somewhere until we find him.
So I didn't notice his absence until I tracked down his frantic cries to my closed study door. He seemed relieved to be free but not anxious to be relieved, if you catch my meaning.
I'm convinced he was forced to pee in my room, but haven't figured out where yet. Until I have time to observe where they all sniff in here, I'm not letting any of them back in.
Poor guy. His Friday must've sucked.