Sorry, Olive. Olive was scratching at the closet and I thought she was scratching to get in, but when I got up I saw the closet door was closed and I opened it and she was inside scratching to get out. Now she's been locked out in the front hall, and locked in the front hall closet, and locked in the linen closet and I remind myself to always find out where Olive is.
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