I thought he was just sleeping under my bed and being antisocial. Apparently he had escaped at some point andI didn't notice. I had no idea until I was leaving for work and discovered him here, standing in front of my old apartment, howling mournfully. When he saw me he was so confused and relieved, he acted like he had been wandering in the desert for years. It seriously couldn't have been longer than 8 hours that he was outside.
I feel really bad for the girl that lives in my old apartment too. Who knows when the wailing started but I'm sure it was loud and consistent.
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