Indoor/outdoor
During the great ARGH crisis of 2005, a woman temporarily moved in to the apartment below us. The emphasis here is on "temporariliy" not "a woman", who would be named if I could remember her name. With her was a cat, purportedly a lynx still in late kittenhood. It was a wild creature, and it didn't get along with the regular occupant of that apartment. I loved that cat, but she didn't like me much. I would reach under the bed where she hid most of the time and (gently) drag her out. She would sit nervously in my arms, and take her skritching. For a wildcat, she was very gentle. But supposedly, she went into raging fits and tore shit up late at night. I can believe that, seeing as she was still a kitten. Those fits got her kicked out of the house regularly (I had nothing to do with the training or care of this cat). Her caretaker ended up moving out suddenly, never to be seen again, during one of these exiles, and never did find the cat.

Several months later, I realized that one of our neighbors had taken the cat in. Basically, she trapped the cat, took her inside, and didn't let her outside again for a couple weeks or so, until she was used to her new home. Now, she's an indoor/outdoor cat, very shy around anybody but Melissa (the neighbor). She lives in the first floor. We are in the second floor of the house across the alley. Melissa gave her cat a nice window seat. You can look down from our couch into Melissa's cat's window seat. Hopey does this a lot. The two cats stare at each other for hours. Sometimes, Hopey growls down at her. I enjoy watching Hopey watching her nemesis/neighbor. The cat never did grow bigger than a housecat. I don't think she's really a lynx.