Nigel ran outside when i left just now. Hope he survives. We are starting to bond!
Turns out that Nostalgic Fratboy Roommate accidentally(?) let the cat out in the morning before I got up, couldn't catch him (or, more likely, didn't try), decided that the best way to rectify this situation would be to send me an email that I wouldn't see for another two hours, even though I was in my room upstairs, and then leave for work. This gave Nigel a lot of lead time to run the hell away, and I had to spend all morning and afternoon looking for the beast (and meeting many of my neighbors). Finally, he decided to come out of his hiding spot and perch on my lawn, looking quite pleased with himself. I wrestled him back inside the house, but he managed to shred my dress in the process. I rubbed him down with a wet towel in retaliation. We are almost even now.
Roommate's response to all this? "Should i call animal patrol?"