Like Bending Metal...

The modern petcare industry has yet to discover a means to contain Jerz if she wants to escape. She has hurdled 6 foot fences, ripped holes in stainless steel wire crates, opened doors, squeezed through impossibly tight bars, and knocked holes in wooden doors. She never touches anything in the house and is typically found in my bed or on the couch.

I marvel and am sometimes frightened by her strength and single-mindedness.

Whenever she gets sick I have to crate her bc she loses her house-training. She doesn't like being crated and her way of giving the all-clear sign on her healthiness is to destroy, mangle, demolish, or otherwise make useless whatever contains her.

Here is a recent picture of the crate door (after someone tried to repair it...)