I haven’t thought this through 🐴

Good morning. I’ve gotten into the habit of slipping under the fence to the far pasture, then spending the night under the hay barn:I enjoy watching the dawn from my “fortress of solitude.”But when it’s time for breakfast, I can’t figure out how to slip back under the fence, and end up whining and hee-hawing at the gate:I’m not sure how long the cat-cops are going to put up with this. 🐴