My cat hates outside because when he was young a bigger fluffy alley cat took his ass cherry Derek Vinyard prison style. I couldn’t even stop it. I yelled from the window. The howls haunt my dreams. You could hear the thighs slapping from inside the house at 3am. Then he bit down on my cats neck as if to make him his bitch as he busted in his ass. The rear legs dug into the ass cheeks with claws. Unable to move. The alley cat was a unfixed queer rapist cat named Patches. Had a reputation for it. I never seen a cat get dicked like that in my life. My cat was never the same. If he hears wind or a doorbell he has flashbacks. He’ll never leave the house again. A tough memory.