MoonPie has Betty Davis eyes
My tuxedo cat, MoonPie, loves to go outside during the warmer seasons. After whining by the door for several days, I could not find my relatively demure roommate. A cool-headed individual, I frantically pulled her adoption file to have her chip number (kitty LoJack) close at hand. Fortunately, she came back before nightfall bearing a living albeit stunned gift for me. (It's true love!)
It turns out she stealthily broke through the screen in the window to create a secret flap. Much like a doggy door, she uses this self-created escape to get fresh air, get chastised by the intimidating birds, and eavesdrop on the neighbors.
Maintaining her vet appointments, giving her flea/tick treatments, and brushing her thoroughly not only show her unconditional love and attention, but also protect the household from icky creepy crawlies. I also let her keep her front claws long during those warmer months. MoonPie may sound sweet, but she's a scrappy fighter! I have no doubt that she can defend herself, be it through a tricky drop shot or those pointy teeth she shows the vet when he takes her temperature.
I also have a very sober understanding that we choose each other every day. She could easily disappear from my life, a reality I face whenever she goes outside. Like children, we can only love them and let them live the lives that they want. When she wants to curl up with me to watch True Blood, we do that. When she wants to smell the damp earth after a summer rain, she does that too. We treat each other with respect. I do not own her and she doesn't pee in my bed. This is the basis of our successful relationship.