I had to pull into a McDonalds car park to wrestle her back in there. It’s not her first time in the crate or on the way to the vet, so she wasn’t too distressed, and was happy enough to climb back into the crate once she realized the outside wasn’t her safe and warm apartment, it was a highly overstimulating fast food carpark.

But now Chicken Water knows she can force her way through the little food slot at the top even when it’s closed, so next time the cap is getting tied down.

Thankfully, she’s up to date on everything now, so fortune favouring, she’ll forget all about the escape route by her next visit.