Carlos was escaping last night and ran down into the basement of my apartment building. He loves this dark storage room. It’s full of stuff, so it’s really hard to find and then catch him once you lose him in there.

I went down after a few minutes to see what he was up to, and encountered a small flood. Water was flowing out of the boiler room at the back, through the storage room, and out into the laundry room. I knew that I would find a possibly wet and grumpy cat. I called the landlord to tell him that of course, since it was Sunday, there was a flood and that he should come over and check it out.

So he did. I felt terrible interrupting his Sunday evening, but I’m very glad that Carlos found the flood. I’m also glad that I found Carlos.