You find this kind of building way too stuffy and claustrophobic, gotta get outside...and luck has it the building's garden door in about an inch open. You manage to push it open far enough with your head to slip into the garden, instantly being bombarded with a wide variety of grass and flower smells, and most importantly...meat. You can spot a bird's nest up in a tree, and you're hungry...no, you shake it off and remember that you're not really a cat. Not permanently if everything goes right, anyway. The wide-open garden space has the occasional employee strolling on a break, and a lot of trees rustling in the wind. You pad over to a small pond, observing a swimming school of fish who instantly dart away from you as you bend your head over the water, your little striped head and peering yellow eyes visible in your reflection. You're thinking this might actually be a good place to hide for a while, as the weather is warm and felines like the sun...almost makes you feel like napping. Of course, you could leave off the company terrain straight away, but then you'd never return to normal. Then again, is that such a loss? You lazily wag your tail in the sun as you consider your options.