This tiny cat greets me every morning as I walk to the front door of the building. She walks in the front with me, through to the back and then she waits while I get her food. Then she walks out the back door and eats on the deck. She is ridiculously finicky...especially for a stray cat with no other visible means of support. She is an unreliable method of mouse control; she eats more than her own body weight each day; she is the poster child for aloofness and she has the patience of an ill-mannered three year old...but for some unexplainable reason I still like her.