Most nights we leave the garage door open after we get home and don't close it till right before we go to bed. (It gets really hot in there during the day.) Sissy uses this to her advantage. I think she feels like she's pulling one over on us by "sneaking" outside. She actually walks through the cat door into the laundry room, out the next cat door into the garage and out of the garage. She'll stay out there for a little bit feeling like she's queen of the world.
Here's the sad part. She can't figure out how to get back in. She stands at the front door and cries until we open it and let her in.
I know this is not the greatest picture to show the front of my house (it's the only one I could easily find on my computer) but it'll do. Imagine this garage door open. Now look to the right of it and you can see the walkway and a sliver of my front door. THEY ARE THAT CLOSE TOGETHER!!! She walks out of the garage door and can figure out how to get to the front door but can't figure out how to walk back in the garage door. I am totally floored. I can't believe she belongs to us.