Sunday, when I came back from camp, I was carrying stuff from the car back into the house. I left the door to the mudroom open, and the door into the house open as well.
I hauled a load of dirty laundry to the hamper in the bathroom. When I walked back into the kitchen, I was surprised to see one of my little cat friends sitting politely on the mudroom carpet.
"Hello," I said,
He stared at me. Then he looked pointedly at the bag of cat food sitting next to him.
We'd been away for three days, so it was logical. "Are you hungry?" I asked.
He watched me approach and pick up the cat food and then turned and headed out the door. I gave him food and fresh water in my Paddy's old bowls.
He ate daintily.
I returned to what I was doing. Later I saw him watching me from the corner of the house.
Later, when I was doing the laundry, I looked at a couple bathroom rugs. The edges had disintegrated in the wash, and I'd replaced them. I hate to waste anything so they sat on the dryer waiting for me to decide what to do with them.
I took a tub to the protected stairwell to the upstairs balcony and made him a little cat bed where he could keep out of the rain.
I swear to you. I will not have another indoor pet.