If it was up to him he would spend most of his time outside, but I limit the time he is allowed to roam around. He gives me the most pitiful wails to be let out, but I try to be strong (OK, most of the time I give in). When he was a conehead, he got very depressed when I kept him inside. After about 3 days I could not take his wailing and pitiful looks anymore and let him go out (supervised of course). He perked right up and from then on he adapted to the cone much better.
Mom: OK Bubbles time to go inside. Are you ready?
Bubbles: Do I look ready?
Mom: Come on Little Man, soon it will get cold out here.
Bubbles: Is the the Little Terror gone?
Mom: No Bubbles, LT is still here. And his name is Little Tabby, not Little Terror.
Bubbles: Grrrfffft. Well, I'm not coming in until he's gone!
Mom: Oh Bubbles, do you have to make things so difficult?
Bubbles: As a matter of fact, YES.
Mom: *sigh* OK, I guess you can stay outside a little longer.
Bubbles: Mooooommmm! I can't believe you are leaving me out here in the cold!