Toffee is one of those cats who really likes being outside. When we got him from the Pound he was 5 months old and had been living behind a Pizza Hut for a while, so I suspect this is behind his need to be free and unfettered during the day. He's come a long way since we got him: he no longer flattens to the ground in a complete panic whenever someone comes up behind him, he graciously allows FDPG to maul him almost constantly (she loves him with a terrible passion), and he leaps and cavorts like a little kitten with the boys.
And now I won't feel bad when we're out, he's out, and it's raining. He has his bolthole.