Kitty's home. He's sleeping right now; understandably, having his bits worked on wasn't the most pleasant experience in the world. I brought him home, took him out of his cat carrier, and let him explore. He walked into the kitchen. I opened up the cat litter bag and poured some out, looked up, and he was gone. Caroline and I looked all over. We went back to the bedroom. We called for him. We couldn't figure out where he disappeared to. Then, we found him sitting very quietly on one of the kitchen chairs, hidden by the tablecloth.

Say it with me: aw.