That’s what we are for our outdoor cat. He sleeps all night then grabs his breakfast and rushes out of the door around dawn. Sometimes he stays in for longer. He has the best of both worlds, freedom to roam and warmth and food when he wants it. I’m not sure what will happen if we ever go on holiday.
He eats as much as he wants, drinks what he wants, sleeps where he wants. Lucky cat!
You know that feeling when you might be being taken advantage of? The outside cat came in at about 6pm. Had a meal, a good drink, then popped upstairs to sleep on our bed. Now, 11.30pm, he’s come down, come and looked at us for a minute in the living room, gone off, had a drink, then waited by the back door to be let out.
Cats, they really do have humans under their claws! I’m supplying bed, breakfast and an evening meal. I do think he’s getting more social, but he’s got the best side of the deal!
A little bed and breakfast, or a caravan, somewhere quiet where I can hear gulls calling early in the morning. The smell of salt air and the sound of crashing or gurgling waves. I’m not bothered which.
Waking up to sea breezes, maybe opening the door to a beach view. Somewhere to chill. Feel less stressed.
Going to bed as the moon rises, looking out at dark skies glinting with stars. Maybe a small glass of wine.
Oh, I would just would love to safely get away from it all. Lockdown and life are getting me down.