Clever cat fakes an injury to get back in:

[soldierant]

3. My Archie used to to that, but not so muvh

with us as with strangers.

My neighbor hired a new gardener to trim their hedge, and Archie jumped into their yard, saw her at work, realized she was new (so presumably not on to him yet, went around the corner of the house, and then came out limping and meowing pitifully. The gardener said, "You're out of luck, cat, I saw you leap the fence," whereupon he sat down and begann licking his tuchus in embarassment.

And then a couple of years later, same neighbor, he went over to their place, got up on the window sill, from which vantage point he could see they had company, and somehow sized the visitor up (accurately) as a soft touch. He started wailing. The man of the house told him the cat was fine, he just wanted attention, but Archie kept it up, and finally the visitor (who had just gotten back to the states after years as a medical missionary) could no longer stand it, and got up to go see what the animal's problem was. Archie ran up to the corner of the house and started limping (this time just before he was visible) and cried some more. The visitor picked him up (so immediately noticed he was definitely not starving), then did a thorough search for injuries and found none. Meanwhile the man of the house, who was a taxonomist by porofession, was telling him "This is not an ordinary cat, but a new species - not felis domesticus, but felis domesticus mendacitans. You can't believe a word he says."

The cat, the neighnors, and the visitor have all passed on now (the gardener would now be in her seventies), but the stories remain.