It turns out the little brat had run out the door before they could
catch him, and he decide to "rough it" for a few days.

They were understandably frantic, but he found his way home, which
explains why we haven't seen him in a week (whew!)

I saw him snuggling and squirming in the arms of one of his slaves
yesterday. When he saw me, he meowed a loud greeting, and jumped down
to say hello.

After talking with his owner, I told her that if he ever runs off
again, give me a holler - that he might be visiting my kitty trough.

Oh, and his name is Errol. As in Flynn. Apparently, they recognized
the swashbuckler in the little guy as well.

I love happy endings!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark