He is an outside cat.
Except for the offer of food and an occasional hug. He prefers to be outdoors.
I have given that back to him. We work it out. The door is our connection. He has his favorite rug on the bench on the deck under the big maple. And a cozy place on the front porch. And the woods. I know in deep winter he will choose a spot by the fire. For a spell. But really this is how it is. Being born outside is different than being born inside.
I keep him healthy. But here in this neck of the woods he is OK. He stays close by, but outside. And very often I find him upside down. Purring.
I have reconnected with the inner Beast. And will be taking some quiet time to stitch through Solstice, the anniversary of Mom's passing, which now gives this shift in season, into summer, new meaning each time around. And at the same time the moon is big and strong. And it's father's day. I remember Dad, how he always advised me to remember well. It's a big shift all around. It pushes me inward for another look around.