You approach the strange house with caution. Using your kitty cunnings, you try to make yourself look big because you never really know when strange creatures could try to surprise you. Walking with the attitude only a twenty-pound cat has, you fearlessly move through the freshly-cut grass and newly-planted flowers and up onto the porch.

 "Yes, this porch could make one of my best hidey-holes" you think to yourself. "I could stay here for days, and Big Stinky Guy and that Mr. Meany Guy would never find me. This is great," you begin to yawn, "everything a cat could want in a hiding space."

 You begin to settle down for a nice long nap when you suddenly begin to hear a loud commotion coming from inside the house. You spring to attention as out bursts a tall, white-haired man in a bath robe, screaming words you can't seem to understand, and obviously rather upset at your presence here.

 "Get off my property, you hoodlum!" he yells as he shakes his fists at you. "What does this look like, an open house? Now go!" he finishes, yelling so loud that you have to put your ears back to keep them from hurting.

 You get scared by this obviously irrational behavior and squeeze your ample body through two banister posts and into the garden. The man seems satisfied and slams the door behind him as he enters his home.

 "That jerk, how dare he treat me like that," you growl to yourself. "Who does he think he is, walking around this place like he owns it. Doesn't he know that everyone around here has just as much ownership of a nice, comfy porch as he does?" Your little kitty heart begins to race as you think back to the incident.

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