My foofy girl Bosun gets out once in a while, but sashays down the sidewalk and lets me catch her. But last summer about 2 AM Keith (my SO) says, "Where's Bosun?" So we start counting heads. He goes outside, and there is this silhouette by our maple tree. He called "Bosun" and she ran right in. She hasn't tried to escape since. I guess she figured "big out" was not all it's cracked up to be.