Back to his demanding alpha self. Since he has always been a quasi-barn cat, we have negotiated an "outside" agreement. There's a ravine behind the housing here that is kind of wild but contains some hiking trails, he goes there to hang out. He has established his territory as the area that encompasses my little cardboard box and those in the little four-plex we're in. He's met all the immediate neighbors whose cats never come out.
He stays in at night, period. Too many owls, coyotes and cougars out back with few places to hide. He's been coming around to the idea of safety at night. He gets antsy when he has to use the litter box. Granted, when he goes out, he does his business out in the tall grass and comes back when he's done. He also comes when he's called.
He insists that I come and sit on the porch with him at some point every day that it's nice out and especially at sunset, as we did when we lived at the old place. Some of our old activities are coming back to him so that's good. He's less playful in the house but he's outside most of the day unless I go somewhere, then I put him in.
And I am thankful for the newer organic litter products available these days. I Like the corn cob/cedar stuff, great for a small place like mine.
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