Our kids used to be "outdoors." But we changed that a year or two ago when our girl, Mercedes, wound up at the vet for unknown reasons. A three-day hospital stay and two-thousand dollars later and we decided that we wouldn't risk it anymore. They're safer indoors.
But that doesn't mean they don't still follow us to the door, just hoping to get outside. Of course, on the rare occasions when they've managed to escape, they both freeze on the patio, totally nervous and unsure of what to do next. Say their name and they bolt right back inside.
And Luke (above) is the biggest fraidy cat of all.