So at work, we have a house near the back of our campus that houses our Community Relations department.  All of the people who work in this department like cats.  A lot.

So today, I was working on a printer in the house and a cat I've never seen before walks past me and curls up in a corner, just like it belonged there.

"Who's cat is that?" I asked my coworker.

"Oh, that Gato.  He's a stray, we let him in sometimes.  He's really sweet." (For the record, this is NOT the cat that peed in my car a few weeks ago.)

And so he was.  I don't like cats myself, and this one had me charmed by some magic spell.  Maybe it was really a witch who pissed of his superiors or something, but he seemed smarter than that.  He also didn't look like a stray.

"Do you suppose," I asked my coworker, "that he actually isn't homeless, that he actually is cared for by lots of people who think he's a stray?  Because he loves humans, and um, he's in no way skinny or scrawny."

"You know, now that you mention it, he DOES seem shrewd.  He's always looking at you to see if you're watching him when he does something cute."

"Exactly"

Gato (who probably has 12 other names) ate a hearty meal, took a nap, and then meowed at the door to be let out and walked down the street.  I'm pretty sure he knew where he was going.

We have one of those. Her name is "Part Time Cat". She's plump and sleek and probably mooching off of half the people on our block. She comes by my house usually in the mornings and meaows at the bedroom window.
Since I'm horribly allergic, and my husband is a cat person, we're perfectly happy to share her with the neighbors.

BTW - I really HATE those glowy reindeer too. ;->

get over it, it is just a cat