By neighbourhood, I mean the world of the tree-covered alley behind my apartment, experienced from a small second-story terrasse. She found her way outside, up the spiral staircase, and onto my deck, where she greeted my housesitting friend. An open door, a chance meetingOn warm nights, the door to our deck would be open to the breeze. She left early the next morning, walking to the deck door as I got up. Thors/CBC)When her humans got rowdy and doors were left open, Alice again found her way up to my deck, extending her living quarters.

Source: CBC News September 26, 2020 11:00 UTC