Hi, I’m Christopher! Read my introduction to learn more about me and my silly Russian Blue cat, Olga.
Outdoor cats enjoy their freedom and aren’t as vulnerable to obesity as indoor felines. Although they must dodge speeding vehicles, avoid predators, and deny their urges to consume antifreeze and other toxic chemicals, they rarely get bored. The rodents and songbirds keep them entertained until they’re ready to nap on the roof of a car or a neighbor’s lawn chair.
Olga’s Origin
After Olga and her siblings were born, their owner dumped them in a ditch. I’m unsure if she was born outdoors or how long she stayed in the ditch before the Humane Society rescued her, but the experience may have affected her love of the natural world. She’s an indoor feline who has never attempted to run outside.
She runs to the front door when she hears the doorbell, naps on the windowsill, and stays glued to the windows near the bird feeder, but she doesn’t seem interested in venturing out. When the birds in my backyard get too close to the backdoor, Olga attacks the blinds and rubs her paws on the glass, which sounds like someone cleaning a windshield with a squeegee.
Avoiding the Backyard
If I open the door, she runs away. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about her sneaking out, but it’s strange that she’s afraid of the backyard, even when it’s full of squawking birds. I like birds and wouldn’t encourage her to hunt them, but I’m more concerned about the anoles and skinks in my yard. They’re easier to hunt, and if Olga developed a taste for them, there would be fewer around to eat houseflies, gnats, mosquitos, and roaches.
Olga may also hesitate to step outdoors because of the large canine population in my neighborhood. However, she’s more alarmed by the sound of helicopters, hot air balloons, and garbage trucks than barking dogs. She doesn’t have much experience with canines and didn’t seem too concerned when a large stray somehow squeezed through a gap in my fence and happily defecated near her favorite bird feeder.
The Snow Day
A few years ago, I walked outside with Olga to see what she thought about the snow covering my yard. We were outside for less than a minute, but she couldn’t wait to get back inside. She jumped off my shoulder, walked cautiously toward the back door, and screamed at me to show her disapproval. I’m sure that didn’t improve her view of the outside world, but she’s just as reluctant to go outdoors when the grass is green and the wildlife is plentiful.
I don’t feel as guilty about depriving her of the fresh air when she seems content to play with tools and destroy the furniture. She stays in shape by running laps around the house and playing fetch, and while she lights up when she sees a bird in the yard, she doesn’t get anxious or depressed by her confinement. House cats may have predator DNA and the instincts to chase and pounce, but Olga is happy in her indoor world.
This article is a part of Christopher and Olga’s series.
