We’ve been inviting our cat to eat inside, because if we ever get a second cat, we need to have a place to slowly introduce them… like the kitchen where the food bowls would be. Anyway, our healthy, content, excellent-hunter, always-outdoor cat wouldn’t go outside after breakfast. She followed me upstairs and climbed onto my bed. She gave me a reproachful look and settled in to stay.
Oops.
Her name is Boots.