I forgot to tell y'all this story.  Thursday, I took of from work early to do a bit of relaxing before the exam.  At one point, Orion escaped.  I managed to catch him, but not before his paws got all muddy.  (Dear apartment complex:  we are supposed to be conserving water.  Installing leaky sprinkler systems that water a good portion of the road does not accomplish this.  Love, Watergirl)  I brought him inside and washed his paws off before I put him down. 

Later that night, he escaped again.  When I tried to catch him, he ran off into the woods.   I lost him.  I called Cdub in a panic, and she offered to come over to help look.  I took her up on this, because, hello, big test tomorrow.  Then I called Mom and Dad.

Dad:  Why would he do this to you?
Mom:  You have to put it out of your mind during the test. 

Anyway, Cdub came over, we looked, did not find him.  I walked down to the neighbors' and asked them to keep an eye out for him (they have a Shih Tzu; Orion loves him).  She agreed to keep an eye out and assured me he'd come home.  About an hour later, she knocked on my door; she'd taken the dog out and Orion came running up to them.   Yes, that's correct, my cat runs to dogs.  So weird.