After a wet winter, and an almost non-existent Spring, running right into a hot summer, a cool down is nice. Each year Spring gets shorter and shorter. Summers used to have some very pleasant days, but not so much anymore. The days just get hotter and hotter.
But then...then the days start getting shorter and the sun is lower in the sky and breezes are cooler and very welcome.
The clouds came in early last night and brought with them drizzle. It has been drizzling all day. Mid 70s, a nice day, a day to binge-watch series on Brit Box. Maybe a short nap or two on the sofa covered by a light fleece blanket.
I walk around the house, looking for cats. Four in the garage. Two in the bedroom. Four in the living room. One in the family room. Three outside. And I've come to realize that the cats who lived outdoors before they came to us, having a choice of inside or out in the yard, are choosing inside.
Simon. Fury. Nooby. Ike. Loki. Even Natasha spends more time inside than out. The Avengers, who were born inside, spend more time outside than the other cats. Steve and Goose spend a fair amount of time inside. Bucky, maybe half and half.
It took Nooby and Fury a while to decide they like it just fine inside. Nooby had obviously been human social at one point, but had gone feral and it took him months to remember that humans are good. Fury was human social, but was leery of being indoors, having been pushed out of his living quarters through no fault of his own.
The two oldest, Phoebe and Charlie stay mostly inside.
When I read stories of "oh, this cat would never adjust to indoor living", I just shake my head. With time and patience, I have experienced firsthand what a cat chooses.