If I'm home I often have the balcony door open for the cats. In a typical Montreal July/August it's too hot for that, you have to close the windows and just AC it; but it hasn't been necessary this year, so I keep the windows open as much as I can. Yay!
The cats don't go onto the balcony during the day, though, just at night. Especially Haylzebub. Man, that girl--she parks herself on the bench and stays out there for HOURS, only coming in when it's feeding time.
When I first met her at mum's house she used to try escaping out the balcony attached to mum's bedroom on the second floor, and we were always trying to prevent her so she wouldn't run off. But the couple times she escaped, she didn't leg it down The Secret Escape Hole like the other cats; she would just sit up on the roof and watch the night go by. That's all she was fighting and plotting for... the chance to sit out in the night.
Tonight (well, wrote this Wed night) I sat out on the balcony next to her and asked her what she's looking at.
"Mahmy," she said (that's how she pronounces my name), "that is on a Need to Know Basis."
And so I continue to be mystfied.
