Frankie escaped a couple of weeks ago and ended up under a car in front of my next door neighbor’s house. Frankie learned from Chris that under cars are like safe zones where humans can’t go. Once under the car he felt safe to ignore me.
He was so confident that I couldn’t catch him that he decided to rub that fact in my face by rolling over onto his back.
I sat outside on my door stoop and waited for him to come out. Soon it started raining. A little at first but then a torrential downpour.
I think once the water started getting under the car, Frankie decided he had enough and raced home. I opened the door when he got close and he raced inside. Maybe that will teach him that inside is better. Or not.