It's All in the Attitude

Last night, I endeavored to slip outside. The Nose-Wiping Kitty Carrier Incarcerator had turned to grab the shrimp off the counter, leaving the deck door somewhat ajar. As opposed to previous attempts in which I stuck my head around one of the humans' legs or ran across the room in a mad dash for the open air, I utilized an alternative methodology: I sauntered out the door as if I'd been doing so daily for the past year.

The N-WKCI, of course, caught me before my rear paws hit the wooden planks of the deck.

This was the most effective strategy yet. I had successfully lulled the humans into thinking I no longer had any interest in the Big Room. I shall return to my plotting.

Crash