Every morning we have a routine. I open up the back porch to let him back outside, he'll pop through the cat door move around to the steps and have a scratch on the entry steps. He then begins his systematic patrol of his territory boundaries, marking where necessary and pausing for a long drink of water (apparently he believes the water on the back porch must be poisoned!)
Saturday morning he made a bold statement. I went to the back porch to let him free as normal, but he didn't dart out his cat door as usual. Instead he went for the back door, he wanted to come inside with me. I picked him up and carried him inside. I held him for a bit and then carried him to the front porch, where I put him on the front porch shelf window where he could again go explore his yard. He got down and did a quick running sniff of the open door and then went to the front door to be let inside. He's made the choice to forgo his yard for the inside kitty life. I cannot ignore this decision.
Saturday he spent nearly all day inside (with exception for when I popped out for some errands).
He did mostly great! I realized I needed to back off and let Theo and him work it out, which is scary, cuz it could mean a tussle. They are figuring it out.
All was well until evening when Oliver went exploring, backed his bum up against he wall and sprayed. Sigh. Here it is Sunday now, and he's back inside, under supervision. He did the same this thing morning when I opened up the backporch, he made a mad dash toward the back door, this time, I let him come inside on his own power. He walked right by Theo and Nahum who greeted him at the door. I'm very pleased that the other cats are accepting him being inside fairly well, and Oliver doesn't seem stressed by their presence. Now to figure out how to get him to stop spraying! There is nothing more I would love than having Oliver (and then of course Pierre) as an inside only kitty.
Oliver, laying next to me as I write this post.