He also picks fights with neighbour cats and dogs and loses every time, costing me a fortune in vet bills. I love him.
One of our cats kept getting out of our old house - took us a couple of weeks to work out that she’d found an access hatch into the subfloor that we didn’t know about in the back of a cupboard and worked out how to lift it up
Sykes was apparently getting out through a an attic hatch and an airvent in the roof, then it was down the outside of a gutter and the pillar it ran along (the slate/flatrock stuff that’s meant to be uneven?)
he got stuck in my greenhouse when I replaced the paddle latch that he was batting open to walk out with a sliding bolt latch that he couldn’t get open. Anyhow… poor guy was scared shitless and angry at the same time, by the time I found him. Putting out a box for him worked enough to get him down and home, at least.
There was also the window screen, the occasional door getting left open, the basement thingy. probably a dozen different ways that his family still hasn’t found.
I get to watch him now, when they go on vacation (hence calling him my timeshare cat. I’m not at a place to have my own full time, but I can do a week or so on occasion.)
