I had to do a comic about this because it happens so regularly it feels like a real life recurring comic strip bit. The cats want to go outside, & I get it! Lot of cool stuff out there. So clearly I’m the bad guy in this scenario.
But because of my long list of cool human reasons to keep them inside, I have to be the enforcer. It’s not my favorite position to be in, I like to let the cats do their thing as long as they’re not treating each other like assholes or destroying something. There are too many variables outside my control once the cats get out though, it sucks to have to hunt them down a few minutes after we notice one of them slips out unnoticed. Plus I don’t want to crawl around underneath the porch.