My cat is an indoor cat, but a few summers ago we discovered that, if we let her outside in the backyard, she'll rarely venture beyond the deck when no one is with her, or the fence when someone is in the yard. (It's because everything scares her.) She'll lay for hours on our plastic Adirondack chairs, curled up soundly, blissfully lulled by the beauty of the world just outside the sliding patio doors. To her, nothing is more important than the present moment.