After the meeting, I discovered that the back door was ajar. I couldn't find Leonard in his usual places, so I looked outside in the backyard. I heard some yowling, and he was yowling at the feral black cat that lives in the yard. Luckily, I was able to catch him and bring him back inside. I knew I had the right black cat, because, well, Leonard is chunky. The feral black cat -- Queenie -- is kinda skinny.