Interesting story. It brought back a memory from when I was a child - which is more than a few years ago. My father grew up on a farm and personified the old adage, "you can take a boy out of the farm but you can't take the farm out of the boy." His mother (my grandmother) was coming to visit and he was extremely upset - almost terrified - that she would see the family cat in the house - a farm animal in the house! He demanded that she had to stay outside while my grandmother visited. But that wasn't exactly what occurred. She liked to be out in the evening usually just catloafed on the front porch watching the world go by and we'd go out and sit for a while with her then bring her in and keep her captive in one of our bedrooms. She was used to picking who she wanted to sleep with but this arrangement was OK with her with a stranger in the house. She usually didn't spend much time outside unless she was napping in a tree. She's prop herself out on a limb and snooze all day. She was born in our house in 1959 and died there in 1980 at the age of 21. I still miss her.