We came home from work today like usual.....took a shower, started getting dinner together.....then we realized we hadn't seen Sammy since we got home. We searched the WHOLE apartment twice over. I was really getting worried, because, if he got out, he had to have been out for at LEAST an hour, if not longer, and I figured he'd have followed someone out of the building if he had the time. So, I went about looking in stupid places where he couldn't be (but I HAD to look, anyway), practically ready to panic, and my bf went looking through the building. Thank goodness, he found Sammy in the basement, hiding under the stairs, scared and trembling. He's lounging against the balcony door, exhausted from his adventure and just about sleeping, like nothing happened. I'm so glad he's ok, but he gave us quite a scare! We still can't figure out when he got out (aka who he got past).