And it’s the assistant manager. She lives upstairs, and earlier this morning she was walking by and saw two black cats on the stairs outside. She did a double-take and said, “Wait a minute! You guys aren’t supposed to be outside!”
Turns out that my cats had somehow knocked out the screen door to the patio (I’d forgotten to close the glass door, which I never do–I’m on the first floor and anyone could walk in) and made a prison break. She shooed them back inside and put the screen door back on. Who knows how long they were out there—and they didn’t even go anywhere. Nice prison break! Stayed right where the guards could find you.