Figured you'd all like a little story about Ender, my Maine Coon. You see, he reallllllly loves the outdoors... so much so that he's devised crafty means of getting outside whenever he can.
The kids (Ender and Valentine) and I just moved to a new place, and I have a roommate, Alan, who's new to cats. He's especially new to clever
cats. I warned him about Ender's ability to find his way outside, and he promised to be careful.
Alan was doing his laundry this afternoon out back, in the fenced back porch. The fence is a good eight feet high, and Ender was loudly begging to be let out, so Alan figured, "What's the harm? He's fenced in." He let Ender into the yard with him and turned to put his clothes in the washing machine.
When he turned back around, he saw no sign of Ender; the crafty feline had somehow escaped entirely!
Alan and I walked around the block looking for him, including walking through the backyard outside the fence, and that's where we heard him mewing right near the back of the house. While we stared at the eight-foot fence surrounding our yard, Ender suddenly popped to the top of it... on the neighbor's side.
He saw me and leapt down and came toward us, yowling to be saved. As we took him back into the house, Alan apologized for letting him out and "losing" him, but I brushed it off, telling him, "Ender can be very persuasive."
Mundane story, but it livened our afternoons a bit.
And, to make this worth your while, here's a picture of Ender in his papasan, looking intensely pleased with himself after his escapade: