My Cat who died at age 25 Last October was Never a Housecat.
She was a rescue cat and was kept with her Brohers and Sisters. She was the Runt the smallest of them all.
When we got her from the RSPCA she was terrified of everything and hid in the consevatory for months.
Slowly we gained some trust - She never fuly trusted us till the end.
When she was younger the Consevatory was turned into her room - Mums Orders.
Large Armchair with Bean Bag Claor Gas Heater Hot water bottle. Extemely Spoily by Mum. She would Heat up the room with the Calor Gas 2 hours before her bed time.
As she grew older we took this away and made her a room in the garden - Mums Orders DAD gave up his greenhouse. With heat amp when required. She was free to come and go into the house and during the summer months Gingers room was left open @ night so she could enter and leave at her leisure.
She had a Cat Litter room as well just for her in a corner of the garden and our rockery became her Giant Litter tray aswell.
She Came inside when SHE wanted to not when we wanted her to. She would come in when wanting to be fed, but Mum started feeding her outside in her room. So then at times she would only eat from her bowl in the greenhouse.
Even the day she was put down she wanted to go outside and stay in her room.
My Mother has now decided not to get any more animals and is OK with my fish as she sits and watches them in the evenings. I am still hoping to get a dog as i miss having a dog, and spending time with my In-Laws who own 7 Dogs reminded me of this.
This is one of the best pix of her - she was around 20 in this Pic