Here is the kitty that comes to my window with regularity. Friendly, huh? Once I let him because it was really cold outside. Cold enough that I could see his kitty breath as he was bossing me. I happened to be on the phone with my brother when I opened the door and let him in. Slinking around on my pristine and sparkling wood floors, he decided to back up against my freshly painted wall and mark it silly. Butt-graffiti if you will.
"Holy Moses! Bip, I'll call you back."
Before my OCD rage could render me useless and clutching my chest, he dashed over to my dining room and marked a few chairs, and then on to a neighboring door frame to continue his glandular nonsense. I shoved him out the door all while shouting, "No, Sir!" Because even a naughty cat deserves some respect.