This morning, I went out onto the back deck to excercise a little - which means I usually open the glass part of the patio door and close, but not latch, the screen door.
I was warming up, and I hear this shoosh....like the door is opening and I turned around, sure enough Ritz was standing there with that AHA look in her eyes...heading for the underside of the deck (bad, dirty place to be and nearly impossible place from which to extract a curious pussycat).
She figured out how to open the screen door! I should have known that would happen eventually - she always sits and stares at me when I'm out there - "why can't I come out there, mom?"
I scrambled to grab her, and did so, but not without a few scratches and many surprise leg attacks the rest of the morning...plus her fur fuzzed out to the "puffy tail" look for about 5 minutes after she was back in the house.
She has never been outside and I don't want this to become regular behavior - too many unhealthy cats in our neighborhood.
Bad Ritzy! Smart ritzy....but bad Ritzy