I have never had one before but my sister gave me a sob story how poor little Alfie needed a new home, how she'd moved into a flat and how the poor thing was being bullied (yeah right) by other cats, so I said I would take him as long as he got on with my Pugs and new rescue Staffy, I should have known I was suckered when after a week I put in a cat flap let him use it and then locked it, came down next morning and the flap was hanging off its hinges and the cat was in the garden, he has his own basket but that's not good enough he uses the biggest one that belongs to the Staffy and wont move out of it unless he decides to and not before.
I thought I had cracked it when I went to feed him and he purred and rub himself against me, after he had eaten I went to stroke him and he nearly took my hand off.
He has now worked his way round the front of the house, when I came home from work I saw him sitting right in the middle of the road, there was a car behind him but he wasn't moving, in fact he turned round and meowed at it, tried getting him in by calling Alfie, Din Dins, not budging for no-one, eventually he sauntered on to the pavement and sat in the front garden washing himself, I gave up and went inside , guess what when I went into the kitchen there he was, purring and looking at me lovingly, so I fed him, he went straight back out without a backwards glance
Are ALL cats like that