Edgar doing a bit of supervised bird watching/conversing with the crows this morning.
He has only once tried to make a break from his back deck playground.
Many years ago I had a market tent set up for a summer studio sale in the garden. The tent roof was, apparently, enticingly close to the deck.
I was inside the tent when I heard a thud as Edgar landed on the cloth roof. As quickly as I ran out to try and rescue him, he was faster.
Somehow he deployed his “terrified cat” superpowers to make the gravity defying leap back to the familiar safety of the deck.
The experience confirmed his (correct) belief that the outdoors is a dangerous and unpredictable place.
Surfaces that look perfectly solid, for example, are deceptive.
He has never tried to escape since then.