As you might have guessed, Max escaped from the yard a few days ago. He has found a refuge in the back yard of a house a few doors down. The people are away and their dogs are at a kennel, so it's nice and quiet for him. In the mornings I see him pottering around my front yard and garden, but any attempt to catch him causes a mad dash for the neighbour's place. He will be in for a nasty shock when they return with their dogs.
In the mean time, I've opened an escape tunnel for him to unescape through, in the vain hope that I'll come home and he'll be in the yard.