She's been plotting her escape for weeks.
Every time the door opens, shes around -- looking for a chance.
Last night I came in with groceries and she made a dash for it....
into the hall -- and (in her pea brain) FREEDOM.
Of course, when she got there, she didn't know what to do. She ran down the hall for a bit --
then I got lucky, as she turned right --- toward the elevator.
Since she isn't tall enough to reach the button, I was able to grab her.
Thank goodness she bypassed the stairs!
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