You sigh and step aside from the door and welcome the cat back inside. "I'm sorry about that," you say, "maybe I was a bit hasty." The cat walks in and rubs against your leg affectionately, pushing you aside a little as he does so.
"I think you need to be an outside person from now on," he says.
"What?" you reply?
His answer is the door slamming in your face. You paw at the door a little and cry to come back in for a while. Eventually a cracks the door just enough to swat at your hand and tells you again that you're an outside person. Defeated, you wander off, and spend the rest of your dream wandering the alley ways and eating from trashcans as an "outside person."