All's well that ends well, but what an adventure: Mycroft got out of the house today. He ran across a very busy street, fortunately during a lull in traffic. It took a hour to find him, thanks to a couple of the neighbor kids, and another fifteen minutes to get him in the pet carrier. To top it off, when we brought him back home, there were two police cars at the business across the street from our house because an alarm went off. I apologized to the officer if I had set it off, but he said it was just someone locking up for the day hit the wrong button. I just let Mycroft out of the carrier after his 20-minute time-out. He's acting like nothing happened.