Funny, I have a stray cat that comes by who has that description. We call him Waggles.

Here he is, pondering what a tortured life he would live should he choose to be a house cat, forced to see life outside through the iron bars of the window frame, on account of being too inconvenienced by going through the cat door. He decided such a life was too much to bare, so he went to the front door and demanded I let him out.

He hates cat doors, but he’ll end up coming in the house on his own maybe once a month or so.