I was watching Prison Break last night, and Stinky-the-cat, who was snuggled up next to me, must have been inspired.
As I opened the front door today, Stinky launched herself past my feet and into the corridor. Once there she rushed past the lift, searching for her get-out. A minute or so later, she realised she was trapped and strolled back with a disappointed look on her little face.
I picked her up, gave her some treats and reminded her that the boys on the TV were much better prepared. I also asked if she really thought of our home as a prison.
She gave me a look that I interpreted as:
"More like a psych-ward. Dude, you're talking to a cat!"