My own cat, miss Muzzy, aka- Most beautiful cat in the world, had passed away on june 2nd 2010. And it was on a day I was particularly missing her, missing her fur and cuddles and her sweet little voice and her big golden eyes and booping her adorable nose as I did dishes. I looked up out the window with my perfect view of the back yard, to glance to my guinea pig house and what so I do see... A small black cat, about 7 months old or younger working up my piggie. Just laying on his side with his tail aflickering and staring at the piggie.

So I went outside and called out to him, he got scared and dashed away... And as I was about to sulk and return indoors, I glanced behind myself and saw him peeking out at me from behind my neighbours fence. So I rattled the peeler I was holding and he came over cautiously, and we spent the afternoon cuddling. and the next few days after that.

But then my holidays ended and I went back to work but... Apparently, he still visits while I'm away and he's been turning up at 7am in the morning, at this time he had no collar but he was shiny and healthy enough so I resisted teh urge to feed him. So after two weeks of these visits and he still has no collar, I get him one of my own.

So this cat is blacker than ink, so I give him a bright holographic pink collar with a note attached, sure enough he comes back the next day and I take off the collar to see if there is a reply (I had written it on the inside of the collar) as a phone number, so I nervously call it.

So mystery cat is called Marcus, he has a puppy friend and two kids who adore him. His lady thought it was a hoot that her cat came home with a collar on like it was nothing. That was a huge weight off my shoulders because I was starting to think he was a stray, and now he comes around with a purple satin collar with 'marcus' all blinged out on it haha.

But.... He started breaking into our house  , I woke up at 3am one day, with something wiggling on my bed and I was terrified, I picked up my torch and flickered it on to see his little glowy eyes staring at me in shock... As if I was the in the wrong place! He was bouncing about and clawing at my sheets, and he did this a few times before I figured out how he was getting in and shut the window.

And for a while he went home around 6pm, I didn't encourage his stays, I do admit to playing with him for an hour if he ever caught me home. (For the last 3 months we've been missing each other) but lately his bad habits come round again, it's almost midnight and he was scratching at the screen on my window and when I barreled out the door to tell him off he shot off like a 747 so he knows he's in the wrong, if he didn't he would have welcomed me with a meow and rolled around baring his belly to me.

So lately I've become concerned, I know where he lives and it's a 3 minute walk, it's 11pm past and he's STILL hanging around. Don't his people know where he is? Plus he does this thing where he wanders around and meows constantly, he's SO FRIENDLY, he's like a little labrador. Which just makes me want to kidnap him, but that also worries me about him bumping into the wrong person one day.