By mid-spring, it seemed like we were finally starting to make some progress between Furby and the rest of the boys. There were still scuffles… but they were much fewer, and shorter for the most part.

He was content to come in around 10 or 11 each night, and stay in until morning.

But then the weather warmed up.

Now he’ll come in a night… but he doesn’t want to stay in. He howls, he cries, and he starts fights with the boys. So… I’ve had to give in and let him stay out all night. I’ve checked the cameras in the morning, and he mostly does circles around the house all night. Patrolling his territory, I suppose.

And, unless it’s raining, he really only comes in to eat or occasionally check on us and get some attention.

He’s just determined to be an outside cat.

Even when it’s sweltering hot…

I’m pretty sure the neighbours are going to think I’m neglecting him.

He’s just happiest outside. But he loves it when we are outside too.

If I’m in the garden, he’s never far away.

Indoor cat he’ll never be, but I do love having him as a friend in the yard!