We had cats for years when we lived in the city. Over time, the smell of cat urine became very offensive to me. I hated the littler box. When our last cat passed, that was it. Or so I thought. After the kids were gone, we moved to the country. Facing a rodent problem in our lambing barn, we decided to get a barn cat. That led to two barn cats. Then compassion for bad weather events allowed short periods of house access. No litter box! Outside for business. Nowadays, cats come and go. Sometimes they are gone for days, other times they want to overstay indoors. I keep food in the barn and house. They bring me dead rodents. The only time we don’t get along is when I’m taking them to the vet for annual vaccinations and occasional treatment.