Sometimes he just comes in for 5 minutes for a bit of love before heading back out, sometimes he comes in for a drink of water and sometimes he'll and curl up on the couch for a couple of hours and have a good old sleep.
At first we didn't know his name, so we've always just called him Mr Cat.
We always assumed that he comes calling when his owner is out and he's lonely.
Siobhan came home once while an oven technician was around fixing the oven (the second time it broke) and the technician informed her that 'our cat' has been waiting at the door when he came over so he let him in for us. Needless to say, Mr C was found fast asleep on the bed!
He also recently left us a gift of a half mouse on the doorstep... Thanks Mr Cat.
This last weekend there was a street party in our street, and chatting to our neighbours it sounds like he visits anyone who'll let him in and takes his liberties sleeping on most of the couches of the houses on our street. Someone had also invited Mr Cat's owner to the party (even though she doesn't live on our street, because her cat is considered a resident). We found out that his name is Pushkin and he was rescued from the streets of Moscow while his owner was working there on assignment.
So Mr Cat is a Muscovite, and after a year of him sleeping on our bed, we are finally on a first-name basis.
Pushkin is an unusual feline. He's certainly no beauty. He is cross-eyed, and his youthful misadventures in Russia have left him with a few battle scars. But he is the friendliest cat I've ever met. He doesn't judge anyone, and is quick to make friends. He was the first on the street to welcome us to the neighbourhood. When he looks up at you, he seems to smile as if to say 'scratch my belly'.
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