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This isn't my cat. Nor is it the cat of anyone I know. This is a cat that comes to my sister's back door every now and then, and just sits there peeking inside. It's a neighbour's cat from across the street, and from time to time it likes to lay on my sister and brother-in-law's patio. We were over for a bbq recently and while we were inside, we noticed the infamous cat outside. It doesn't really do much.

I'm pretty sure it's a boy cat though, judging by its muscular build. Apparently one time my sister left the door open for a second and then next thing she knew, he was making himself at home on the floor in the living room, ready to nap on the carpet. Sometimes he'll stand on his two hind feet scratching at the door to come in. But mostly he just sits and stares inside, like a peeping tom or stalker. It's the funniest thing.

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