What an adorable little escape artist.So, as thanks, I'll give you a story of my own.
Arabella used to live at my Store, and was given to me by my employee, who asked if Arabella could stay with me for a few weeks while he found a place to move, since Arabella wasn't allowed at his house. Of course, a few months passed and Arabella stayed with me.
My store is right in the heart of Tijuana's Downtown, in the second floor of a building, and every time a guest opened the door Arabella took his chance to explore the floor. Usually we would find him at the optometrist's consultory, or more often, at the Artisan Brewery, trying to nibble on the wheat sacks. Everyone loved him so our neighbors usually would let us know so we could pick him up.
So we would go get him and he would just be standing there, menacingly. We would pick him up and take him to my store, where he would go sit at that spot on the picture, waiting for his next chance at freedom.