Clyde is gone. He's not anywhere in the house, or stuck anywhere that I can see. I'm 99.99% I closed him in when I left this morning, but that other %.01 is bugging me. There's one place he might have been able to escape from, but I don't think he'd know to tape the bug screen back onto the window so nicely. The one guy who might have come into the apartment to check on something for one of the upstairs units during the day is incommunicado until tomorrow. I knew he was mad that I was trying to switch him from the crappy food I first bought to a better grade of cat chow, but man, this stinks.