I grew up with indoor/outdoor cats. They lived in our house and slept on our beds but were allowed free access to the outdoors. The cats were happy, but it wasn’t always easy for us. I was heartbroken when one kitten, Tigger, went out to play and never came back. The rest made it to adulthood, but not without injury. One particularly unlucky cat, Putters, eventually used up all nine of his lives (several in catfights, one on the engine block of my father’s truck). I even recall rescuing our ginger cat, Nevil, from roaming neighborhood dogs on more than one occasion.