Setting the record straight and domestication of an animal

Just to set the record straight, now confirmed by different sources, the reality is that Isabel came home at 3A.M. I had heard her get up to go to the bathroom and deviated from any notion of time. Resolutely, I will still move as planned. Although I must admit that some of the sexual pungency I had experienced waned. The cat started meowing very late at night as he has ever since the dog was brought, and I lost my nerve, so I lifted with one arm the sofa and forced him to run for shelter in the kitchen. Then I opened the entrance door ajar, making sure no passer-bys or witnesses (like our neighbor, smoking on the building stairs that lead to the roof). I didn’t see anyone, so I pulled the door and left it wide open with a chair from the kitchen table. The cat was still in the kitchen, and when I charged he ran out of the apartment as intended. I promptly closed the door behind him but forgot to lock it properly as well on the top. That bothered me somehow but the relief of having rid of the cat, at least momentarily, was the ideal sedative to keep me in bed. Two days ago, on Tuesday, I woke up at the time I was supposed to be at work, because I had spent the night exhaustedly waking up on an hourly basis to scare either the dog or the cat. The dog responded to intimidation, and steadily, it has positioned himself in the Ikea chair after being instilled with a dose of fear after a couple of encounters with the feline. Being strict with animals only when is necessary, to ingrain some co inhabitant manners to domesticate an otherwise unruly beast.
The cat, on the other hand, started his offense much later in the night. It was harder to make him be quiet, and so on a second night of a previous mistake I decided to suffer the consequences of this incident. I left him outside without remorse, in the hopes that I could bring him back in when I left for work in the morning. But when I opened the door, I didn’t see the animal, and I searched for him in the stairs where our young neighbor smokes. However, the cat was nowhere to be found. At work, later on, I called to make sure no nosy neighbor had kept him safe through the night and then take him to us in the morning; I called home to see if there was any news about the cat. None, whatsoever. Good, I guess. I need to work and one pet is more than enough in a single bedroom apartment where two adults and an adolescent inhabit.