Well, it was inevitable. Ripley escaped his designated safe zone today. I was in the kitchen, just about to leave the house, and he jumped right over the styrofoam barrier we had temporarily erected while the door is under construction. Cleared it in one leap. I picked him up and handed him to my husband, on the other side of the barrier.
It was inevitable, of course. But I thought we’d get more than 4 days out of our makeshift structure. Of course Ripley objected to being held, so my husband put him down. Then I realized I needed to get a pair of shoes out of the closet before I could leave the house.
I stepped over the barrier and went to open the door to our bedroom. Ripley shot between my legs and went through the door. “Get him before he goes under the bed.” So Ripley managed to violate two off limit areas in the space of two minutes.
My husband stepped up efforts on the door tonight and we are hoping to get it installed before the weekend is over. Meanwhile, we had to go back to keeping Ripley confined to just our TV room with the doors shut. Of course now he tries to make a break for it almost every time we open the door. He’s tasted the freedom of the outside world and is no longer content to be confined to his safe space. He is one bold little kitty.