It's 1:30 in the morning and Betsy and I are going out. I leave the porch door open, assuming the cats are locked in the front of the house. When to my surprise and Betsy's delight out into the yard, into the dark night runs Jack our cat (who can not understand why the dog can go out but he can't). I am barefoot, the ground is frost covered, cold and wet. Betsy is starts chasing Jack, I am chasing whichever I can get first. I scoop up Jack and avoid a runaway situation. The last time Jack got out out he was chased up a tree by a dog. 35' up a tree. It was an incredible hassle to get him down.