When I was a little kid I lived in Hawaii and had a stray cat I fed called “Kitty” (I was not a very clever second grader). I would put Kitty in my backpack or under my shirt to sneak him into my room on the second floor. When I heard someone stomping up the stairs, I would scramble to open the rusted window and Kitty would jump down to the fence/trees. It’s a miracle I never got tetanus.
This was probably the biggest secret of my childhood, and I still don’t know how my parents never noticed me walking through the living room with a cat under my shirt.