The other cat we don't own.

Well, he sat squiged ( is that a word? ) against the patio door ( on the little ledge that forms part of the frame ) and it was raining and I'm a soft touch ... so eventually I let him in. In his gratitude, he ignored me and settled himself, full stretch, along Sav's legs.

Later on he got too cocky, wandering around the house, until a Paddington hard stare from the other cat we don't own, who was sitting on the stairs, caused him to make a quick decision to leave!