I don’t know where Lilly goes.
She’s on the porch every morning for her food, but where she goes at night is a mystery.
She’s pretty old at this point, and she’s survived outside all these years, so she must be doing something right.
She’s a survivor.
All these coyotes, other “bad” cats, bears….she survives it all.
We worry about the puppy getting out and roaming around the yard, but Lilly goes wherever she wants to go.
I don’t think I’ll GPS her, though.
Let the mystery be.