This is my boy Smokey (R.I.P.), my "Smokey Bear", page 2. Smokey would rather be outdoors, chasing squirrels, birds, other cats, dogs, you name it. He would come inside and immediately eat his groceries, take a "cat nap", eat again and then go back outside. Guess there's where all the action was! I remember how the birds used to swoop down on him, kinda tease him, you know. And he didn't mind going in the neighbors' yard, all up and down the street. Didn't really worry about him too much. He was a tough cat. No fear, that was him.