Phil just gave me quite a scare; I took him outside with me while I made a 2 minute phone call, and when I called him to go back inside he didn't respond. I looked everywhere but he had disappeared! I kept calling him, wandering around everywhere he might've been, but nothing. I panicked, rode my bike around the neighborhood, called animal services and filed a police report, posted two craigslist ads ("lost+found" and "pets" sections), left a note on my neighbors' door (who live in the studio behind the house) and went looking for him on my bike again. I hadn't eaten anything and was feeling very weak from all the shouting and searching. When I came home, my neighbors had seen my note and were getting into their car to help me look. I kept biking around, ran into them on their way back to see if he'd wandered back to the house, then biked some more until they called me and told me they'd found him in a cul-de-sac. I was about to faint!
Now he's in extreme time-out, which means he's locked in the shower. He hates it in there. I only do that to him when he has to learn a very important lesson.
I just ordered two vegan pizzas and I'm going to gorge myself on those + homemade garlic potato fries to make up for all this stress.