I was working on my manuscript when I caught this blurry white and black thing run across the deck. I jumped up to see our Smeagol crouched down being a big scaredy cat. I opened the screened door and said, "Get in here. You're not supposed to be outside." Smeagol is an inside cat, but he's figured out how to get out.
We have a screened in porch where Smeagol likes to watch birds and other wild life. There was a little tear in the bottom right corner of the screen door. Smeagol worked his way through it. My husband replaced the screen, but Smeagol created another hole and got out. My husband replaced the screen again and he made another hole and escaped. Then my husband replaced it again - this time with a heavier duty something or another. But that didn't work either. Now we need to get some kind of metal piece to put on the lower half of the screen or get a brand new door where the bottom isn't a screen.
There is another door on the other side of the porch and I wondered why Smeagol didn't try to make a hole in that one when we had blocked the other door.
Smeagol's smart, but apparently not that smart. But he is darn cute.