I've had two darters growing up as a kid. One was my mom's cat, and it was a miracle with him getting caught as he did not want to be an indoor/outdoor cat, he wanted to be outdoor only.
When she moved back in my my dad and I across the country, he would occasionally get out and run for the Drive-In behind our house and the woods area. That was always fun going after him. As he got older, he quit darting out, but would on occasion go out, nom on the grass and laze in the sun under supervision.
My cat, Iggy, I got way back when he was a tiny kitten. Him and his littermates were found with mama kitty in a carrier in the middle of a parking lot. When I got him, he was somewhere in that sketchy time of when a kitten can be taken from the mother (6-8 weeks or so) and he was an indoor kitty ONLY until I moved back in with my parents where Iggy decided that he wanted to be an indoor outdoor cat and no one could stop him.
He'd also dart out and be quick as lightning and head for the Drive-In and wander about for a few hours or so. He'd come back after an hour or so if you went to the door and called for him.
On a few occasions, he'd get out early early in the day, and it wouldn't be until I got home from school (anywhere from 2-5pm and notice he wasn't in the house, and without fail, everytime he had one of those all day outtings, I would call and he'd race back into the house and go straight for the litterbox.
Damn cat thinks he's so mighty and ferocious, but when a mouse gets into the house, will chase it and sniff it and play with it, but no "kill" drive. There were many a time I would mock him and tell him that the world was his litterbox, but had no outdoor sense execpt to stay away from the roads thankfully.
When she moved back in my my dad and I across the country, he would occasionally get out and run for the Drive-In behind our house and the woods area. That was always fun going after him. As he got older, he quit darting out, but would on occasion go out, nom on the grass and laze in the sun under supervision.
My cat, Iggy, I got way back when he was a tiny kitten. Him and his littermates were found with mama kitty in a carrier in the middle of a parking lot. When I got him, he was somewhere in that sketchy time of when a kitten can be taken from the mother (6-8 weeks or so) and he was an indoor kitty ONLY until I moved back in with my parents where Iggy decided that he wanted to be an indoor outdoor cat and no one could stop him.
He'd also dart out and be quick as lightning and head for the Drive-In and wander about for a few hours or so. He'd come back after an hour or so if you went to the door and called for him.
On a few occasions, he'd get out early early in the day, and it wouldn't be until I got home from school (anywhere from 2-5pm and notice he wasn't in the house, and without fail, everytime he had one of those all day outtings, I would call and he'd race back into the house and go straight for the litterbox.
Damn cat thinks he's so mighty and ferocious, but when a mouse gets into the house, will chase it and sniff it and play with it, but no "kill" drive. There were many a time I would mock him and tell him that the world was his litterbox, but had no outdoor sense execpt to stay away from the roads thankfully.
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