Every day, a silver tabby jumps over our fence and walks up to our sliding glass door to ask for treats.
We call him “Stripey” and he’s really loud. He gets louder when we’re close to him.
Our two cats don’t mind that he comes to visit. They give him a wide berth as he eats from his pile of treats.
When he’s done, he usually wanders back to wherever he hangs out.
But right now, he’s laying outside the door, eyes half-closed.
Watching me watch him.
I won’t try to pet him, though. I’ll just let him sit peacefully.