The cats are locked in the house at night. Every night. The neighborhood is not only rife with the standard suburban dangers of cars, dogs and kids, but we're close enough to the edge of the mountain that coyotes sometimes stalk. Coyotes would think kitties a tasty treat. Chomp, chomp!
So in the evening, I go out and set the cat door to in only. They're so used to staying in at night that it usually doesn't bother them. Unless... their humans are evil and go outside without them.
Mea culpa, I am a bad, bad human, making prisoners of sweet kitties.
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