When I leave my apartment, I always wonder where my cats think I'm going. Do they think I'm going into another room that they're not allowed into? Do they know I'm going outside and to another location? How much can their teeny tiny brains process?
Cleo has no interest what-so-ever in leaving the her home. Every time she has left in the past something terrible and traumatizing has happened. She's been to the vet multiple times. She's moved twice. She's been on four airplanes. NOTHING good happens when she leaves her safety bubble. And she has no interest in meeting strangers from the outside.
Lilah however has probably only been outside once in her memory - the day I brought her home from the shelter when she was six months old. She had probably been outside before that - every cat you adopt comes with a tragic back story (left taped inside a cardboard box on the side of the road; tossed in a river; thrown from a car window - not exaggerating here).
Anyway, every time I open the front door she makes a beeline. She doesn't try to run outside, but she does hover nearby and try to see out and I'm afraid that one of these days she is going to try to make a break for it. I always have to shoo her back when I come and go. Does she make the connection that what she sees outside the window can be accessed through that magic portal? I'm not sure.
I'm sure Cleo has sat her down and tried to explain to her multiple times that there is nothing good out there, but she wants to learn for herself.
Her first trip to the vet is going to be a very rude awakening.