I'm sitting by the window watching my declawed cat living the life he has dreamed of: outside with the birds and bees. He had a screeching fight one night with another cat, but came home without a scratch. So no more night time play, but while I'm home, I'm taking this chance because this cat would probably choose death to being indoors the rest of his life. Still, I am nearby as any good mom would be. My young cat has claws but wouldn't leave his side or mine. A real follower.
Mine too.
I understand that cats can adapt to mostly anything and be very happy inside (to all you others with indoor cats). But mine know the outdoors, and once you do, you never want to be confined.
We have one very small orange female. She's about 13 and was the runt of a litter. She was born at a fruit stand. She's still very small, about 7 pounds of brilliant efficiency! ;-)
She goes out in late March here in PA, and comes in the house about a dozen times until around the end of November. She sleeps in warm places set up for her in the garages. She hates being inside. She is a funny little thing. She never goes very far from the house, she always comes when I have her tuna or whatever, but she loves to be outside.
In the winter I watch her walk down to a pond down behind our house with about five deer. There they are................ all these deer prints and her little paw prints right with them.
Pretty funny!