Moby has, for the first time as far as we know, gotten to go outside, unbagged and unboxed, and willingly. We have a small courtyard, fenced. Not that he couldn't escape, but we do use a leash, and it is a relatively small risk - given his proclivity to run toward us when startled.
He now wants to go out all the time, especially since seeing a mouse by the fence the other night, through the glass. Oh, brother, he wanted mouse. Nor does he seem to mind the rain. Only when his tail plopped into the inch deep puddle did he seem to mind, slightly.
We take him for walks in the hall. Today he flopped down across from our neighbor's door, and lolled. I noticed the door was ajar, and I know their two year old little girl is frightened of cats, sadly including Gentle Mobius, so I reached to gather him up. And noticed the glorious aromas of Indian food wafting out at me. Aha, I thought. Smart cat.