Tonight I ventured out of the closet to try to go to the door (and dig at the carpet until Mom and Dad get annoyed enough that they let me out). And look what happened -- Aslan poked his head out from under the bed. I froze, hissed, and went back into the closet. Not yet buddy.
At one point I went to the door and Loki was playing with the big two story scratcher Mom found them (it's right by the door). He was less than a foot from me but he was on my blind side so I didn't fuss at him.
Eventually I started to get really stressed and Dad let me out. He followed me down and I let him give me treats and then sat on the couch with him and purred.
The dilemma is, even without the kittens, I just don't like being locked in the bedroom. So I think we're getting to a point where maybe the kittens will get to roam parts of the house for a little bit. It might be better so I can escape and not feel trapped in the room.
(Also don't judge the clutter. Dad thought he was being smart by blocking the underneath of the furniture so the kittens wouldn't get under everything. It worked except for the bed where the little stinkers still figured it out.)
Long post so here's another kitten picture of Aslan making air biscuits while Dad pets him...