My last indoor outdoor cat was Kindrie. I left a window open when the weather was tolerable, just enough for her to slip in and out.

Rather than use it, she went two buildings over and meowed at my former roommate and his daughters at work until he followed her over to the house and opened the door for her.

The window got closed after one memorable morning while I was dealing with Lupus nephritis and couldn't walk... and Kindrie had brought half a bird in to decorate the bedroom floor. Had to beg a roommate to remove it.

I decided to give the cats the cellar space too.

Leaving the door open.

Until one of them batted it shut. While on the other side.

Love my cats!

Cats are so 'special' .

My cat would only drink water from a running tap. I got tired of turning the tap on and turning it back off again, so I bought her a cat fountain ... which she uses only because I gave her no access to any other water. Even then, she would make sure I wasn’t around to SEE her using it. She couldn’t have me knowing that I won that particular battle. Actually, I didn’t win. She still hangs out in front of the tap and meows piteously. And I, cat slave that I am, turn it on for her. She doesn’t drink from it. She just sits there and watches the water fall. Like you, I think she just enjoys wielding her power over me.