Last Saturday, Elvis spent the night in the walk-in closet. I never let the kitties in there because it's really big (and messy ) and it's impossible to find them in there.
My roommate's sister came over, and we cooked, sipped wine and watched the Olympics. In the morning, my roomate was wondering where Elvis was, and we looked all over and couldn't find him. I thought to open my walk-in closet door, and out he came. He must have spent all night in there, because I only remember opening that closet once, and it was around 9pm. I felt so bad for him, but why does he have to sneak into the closets when I open the doors?? Silly kitty.