I know he was an indoor cat when he was with Gail, but before that?
He loves it outside. For the first time since December 23, 1993, we have a cat who stays outside at night. As a matter of fact, he spends most of his time outside.
He doesn't hunt or anything. Sometimes if I wake up in the middle of the night and look outside, he's asleep on one of the chairs on the patio. Where he is right now. During the day when it's warm, he'll go into one of the cathouses, but for the most part, he's on the patio. He comes inside to eat and if the doors have been set to in only, he'll start pulling at the one in the laundry room, pull it open high enough for him to get his head through it and then he's back outside.
He's content. He's happy. If I go outside and can't find him, I call him and he comes running from wherever he is. I'll pick him up and hold him close and tell him how much we love him, he purrs, then wants down. In the evening, he'll come in for some people time, laying on my chest or on Brian. When he's had his fill of humans, he's back outside.
Save for his first month or so here, when he was trying to figure out the deal, I've never seen him cruising the perimeter of the yard. He'll hang in the ferns down by the pool or on the doghouse on the bank. But he shows absolutely no interest in leaving the yard.
I'm glad he's found his niche.