I can't decide whether to be impressed by his devious cunning (not only did he manage to squeeze out the side of the crate, but, seriously, would you have shouted/got cross at that sight, or p*ssed yourself laughing then go in and cuddle him? Guess which I did ) or frightened by his devious cunning.... What is he planning next? Just as well we're getting rid of the crate and when we move home (HOPEFULLY next week, sqqquuueeeeeeeee) he's moving into his own room - under the stairs with a proper door. If he gets out of that, then God help us all...