The people who live a couple of houses over from us have an awesome black cat. She's an outdoor cat and wanders in and out of the yards all over our little street. We get to see her in our backyard pretty frequently and have come to love her visits and miss her when she stays away too long. We always know when she's there because she paces in front of our door meowing like crazy and trying to open the screen door with her paw. I've started latching the screen door because she very nearly had it open recently, and K's allergies will not tolerate her dander on the furniture.
When she first started coming we thought she must want food. Pesky beggar. We put something out for her, but she refused to even look at it. It only took one more visit for us to realize that she just wants and expects attention from every single person she meets. She's the ultimate lap cat. Before the election I came across her terrorizing the Democratic Party organizer for our precinct (who was handing out voting materials that helped me figure out what voting yes or no meant on several issues, sheesh, too confusing). I had to explain that she really wanted some good cuddles and didn't understand why she wasn't getting any despite her meowing pleas.
She paid us a visit last night. I stepped outside to play with her for a while. It was so great. I love our neighborhood cat. So loving and so lovable.
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