My cats stay in. Except sometimes I provide a supervised expedition to the porch area for Mishka, the only adventurous one. I've noticed that the ones adopted from The Great Outdoors never, ever want to go Out ever again. They don't do any door-running, so I guess they like the soft life here at Chez Bee.
One of my recent rescue-adoptions, Ellie the Belly, turned up pregnant on the doorstep. I hardened my heart and had her spayed anyway. Then I realized she'd been declawed. What kind of idjit would have a cat declawed, and then let her run around unspayed?
Now there's another declawed homeless female wandering the neighborhood. Conclusion: Some people suck and should not have pets.
My mother and sister live in a town with a university. Seemingly some of the students will adopt a cat and then turn it out to fend for itself at the end of the school year. My sister adopted one "stray" that the vet thought might have been one of these - he'd been neutered, was in pretty good health (except for a broken foot, which is how she could catch him), and very friendly. He took to indoor life - and being spoiled rotten - very happily and never showed much inclination to go out.
Of our three, one was an outdoor cat when we got him, and he likes to go out if he's in the mood, but mostly he isn't. One was a shelter cat, and she never thinks of going outside after she did it once and got stuck in a drainpipe. The last was a rescue and she paces by the door all the time. We don't let any of them out. We don't have a good fence and there are a lot of dogs in the neighborhood.
RIP Phil Rizzuto
And there's the hat trick.
My cats are fully vaccinated, microchipped, and Frontlined and never, ever go out at night. They are only allowed outside while we are home and spend the majority of that time flopped on the patio chairs. Byron is, as Drew says, 13 and in amazing health. Mia is 7.
The truth is that I had intended Byron to be an indoor cat (per shelter request) when I adopted him at 10 weeks old, but I was in college, and when Byron spent a semester at my mom's rural house without me, she started letting him out. Not really anything I could do about it, although I was angry at the time. Once he'd been allowed to go outside, the cat was literally out of the bag. In the 13 years since, I've found that I can't keep him inside full-time; he gets destructive if he's not allowed to have some outdoors time. I love this cat more than I have ever loved an animal and have cherished him through my entre adult life, and I know him really well. If he weren't allowed outside, he would be miserable, and he would make me miserable too. So yes, I let him out for a few hours at a time during the day when I'm home. We live in a safe neighborhood with a big back yard, and he's happy as can be.
Mia was an indoor kitty for the first six years of her life, but I made the choice to let her out with Byron once we moved to this house. She has lost weigh and is much more confident since I started doing so.
I have no problem with people deciding it's too dangerous to let cats out, and I understand that concern completely. I've made the decisions I felt were best for my animals given our circumstances over the years, and they are happy critters.
I've noticed that the ones adopted from The Great Outdoors never, ever want to go Out ever again.
Interesting! My mom had the exact opposite experience. Two of her three cats were adopted from the outside and they
love
going out. Things are very good for them at Mom's house (ask ND about how pampered her cats are), but the call of the wild is strong for them, I guess.
It IS kind of funny how the adopted ones react to Going Outside. I once took Floyd out as a treat, but he got really anxious and begged to go back in. I think he was afraid I was dumping him.
The Phil Rizzuto obit is a great obit. It was probably one of the Times' prewritten obits.
My cats were always in and out cats, and I mean that literally. My role was cat doorman. They almost always stayed in the yard, usually inside the fence with the dogs, and we brought them in at night. The dogs always got along fine with "their" cats, even though they'd bark fiercely at the dangerous foreign cats, and two kittens grew up thinking that a dog's fluffy tail was the perfect cat toy. I have found that cats that have a chance to go outside don't do much tearing up of the furniture.
I think it's bullshit that the rescue doesn't think great adoptive kitten owners are responsible enough to make that call themselves. They do the checking, they meet you guys. That should be enough. They're pushing perfectly good applicants out the door and leaving some poor kitten in a shelter situation because they're being stupid.
I chose the gym today and the kids did well in the daycare.
I'm down to walking a mile in 16 minutes and 23 seconds. When I started two months ago, it took me nearly 20 minutes to walk a mile. My goal is to be able to do a mile in 15 minutes (which is what I could walk it in college).
That's darned good, Cashmere.
I need to mark off a mile and see what I can do. I wak around the neighborhood, but I've never bothered to check how far I'm actually going.
