Funny cat story time:
When I was moving down here last year, I spent a couple of days living in a hotel with Fred. I had his water bowl, his food bowl, his catbox all in the room with us, really everything a cat could want...except for a chance to wander around and maybe pee outside. Naturally, he got out.
Since I was on my way to work when he did it (as these things always go) I had to get him back in the room, quick, so I could be on time and not feel the need to wring his neck once I did. The room was on a long hallway, and Fred was headed toward what he could see was a closed door. Being a smart cat, he quickly realized the only way to freedom was to turn around and get past me (toward the other end of the hallway with the other closed door; cats, while having good eyesight, are not so great on foresight.)
I head-faked one way, took a half-step, and he kicked in the afterburners...right into the wide-open path I'd left for him. I dropped to my knee, rolled him up in my arms, and cuddled him right back into the room.
Cats. They're all offense, and they never expect a goalie.
Since I was on my way to work when he did it (as these things always go) I had to get him back in the room, quick, so I could be on time and not feel the need to wring his neck once I did. The room was on a long hallway, and Fred was headed toward what he could see was a closed door. Being a smart cat, he quickly realized the only way to freedom was to turn around and get past me (toward the other end of the hallway with the other closed door; cats, while having good eyesight, are not so great on foresight.)
I head-faked one way, took a half-step, and he kicked in the afterburners...right into the wide-open path I'd left for him. I dropped to my knee, rolled him up in my arms, and cuddled him right back into the room.
Cats. They're all offense, and they never expect a goalie.