Sigh. I am now officially one of those people.
Anyway. We rescued Snag from the semi-feral, flea-and-worm-ridden state that is common to many (increasingly many, since they’re not getting spayed or neutered) of the neighborhood cats.
We got him fixed, rid him of fleas and worms, and determined that he would be An Indoor Cat. Which was really not even a problem, until the weather started turning nice. Now, any time a door to the outside is open, he lunges for it.
He got out last night and had an excellent adventure involving asserting his territory in front of the other cats that showed up in the yard; said other cats being his mom and sister, ladies of the street who take what they can get.
sara *special sweet-talking-to-cat voice*: snag! c’mere! come on! pspspspspspspsps!
snag’s mom and sister *winding selves around sara’s legs*: purrrrrrrrr?mrwowr? i can haz cheezburger?
sara *drill sergeant*: NO! NOT YOU!
sara *sweet voice again*: sna-ag? c’mere! come on!
snag:Â *is oblivious*
snag: *eats grass*
He came back in eventually, but boy, does he ever want to go outside again.
Indoor cats live longer. If he’s an indoor cat, he’s not gonna get more fleas and worms, and he’s not gonna fight or attempt to have congress with anything except, well, Steve’s and my limbs.
But if we let him out, maybe he gets less stir-crazy? Maybe he enjoys his little feline life more?Â He is definitely still a kitten, and perhaps he will be less zingy and zany and more content with inside and quiet as he ages, but right now it is feeling like I am a terrible jailer to deprive him of the enticements of the great outdoors.
Cat people of the internets, tell me what I should do!