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I'm not interested in having another indoor cat. My last guy, Rudy, lived outside, patrolled the perimeter, and we had no chipmunk or squirrel problems. I loved him. We had an indoor cat for about a year. I wasn't happy. The dogs weren't happy. He got out once and we never saw him again, so apparently he wasn't happy.
True story.
We were out of town when Rudy died. The kid doing yardwork around the house called to tell me, and I told him to bury him in the flower garden. Apparently the kid told his sister (who works for me full time) and let on that he had only buried ol' Rudy a couple of inches deep. She freaked out and told him to go back and dig a 2 foot hole or the cat would be dug up and eaten by a possum or something. We had come home by then, and were in bed when Jimmy showed up. We still crack up at the thought of watching this kid out in the rain at midnight digging up a dead cat to rebury it.