Last night I went to bed before my husband did. When I woke up, I had the following e-mail from him:
... followed four minutes later by:Be careful! Margaret has learned to reach the ground via various schemes and is desperate to find new ways to escape. She hopped down via the wire rack. So I moved that, and she used the bars inside the folding table as little platforms to reach the wire rack. So I moved it further, and as I type this she is literally shimmying down the ... there she goes. She shimmied down the damned TV tray!
So far she hasn't just leaped off... but she's experimenting with the blinds now, and she seems to think she can make it down onto the bags at the other end of the table... in short, she's decided that it's all too easy to escape. Hopefully it's just a phase... but if you let her out tomorrow keep an eye on her. And don't move the TV tray back
Aw man! Now she's just sliding down the legs of the table like a fireman.