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[adrienmundi]

When I went to groggily feed the beasties this morning, I realized there were only three of the usual four. Running a quick (for being sleepy, i.e. slow) inventory, I realized Petrov was missing about the time I heard angry, upset yelling from downstairs. I was worried that he might have gotten himself hurt or trapped somewhere (he's been trying to get into the drop ceiling for ages), but it turns out he somehow got into the laundry room behind shut doors. As soon as I opened the door, he streaked out to the food dish, apparently very worried that other cats were eating without him.

I still don't know how he got in there. We keep the doors closed, and I couldn't see any other means of entry; none of the ceiling tiles were out of place, even. That's just weird.