The Triad love to look out the window. The garden looks like much more fun than their toys inside.
They do escape now and then--like the night a couple of weeks ago when Lucy managed to open the door and lead Edgar and Stinker out into the world.
It sounded as if...they were...above me. The damn things were on the roof! Fee was out of town. So there I am at sometime after 12:00 by then, trying to haul the huge ladder from the garage, through the house, into the back yard and finding a steady place in the garden to set it up.
Then up the ladder to see the two miscreants silhouetted by moonlight and yowling up a storm. Fat Edgar was first, wounding me in the process. Lifting him from the roof was not easy as he was not willing, and he's huge, but I got him down.
Back up for little Stinker who is such a light weight that it was a much easier rescue.
So I don't have much sympathy any longer for their yearnings for the wide, wide world outside their windows.