One day she decided she wanted to come inside...so I let her. She wanted to go back outside for a couple of days but then I couldn't boot her out. She was the most polite cat I have ever had. Never made a mess, destroyed anything or caused a problem. How she knew after living outside for 10+ years I'll never know.
The moral to this boring story is...I'm not sure they really want to be outside. Of course it was her decision...
Old Charlie, the chief tom at our barn is starting to show his age... He's been mighty for a long time, but he is getting close to where he can't handle the throne much longer. Left to the natural cat order of things, he'll either be killed or exiled by whichever tom finally beats him...
I am hoping he can get along with Chewy (my ozzie shepherd). If so I will take him on as a house cat and let him live out his years. He's never been in the house, but won't have any problem with him, I'll dang near guarantee... And I won't need to keep a litter box either, as long as he stays bright. As he is, to a very old age, he will effectively police my cabin and grounds. He's a great cat.