My place is one of six apartments in an old house, divided over three floors. One of the neighbours has two cats, who get out in the evenings for a little while and like to come up and say hello. This one's named Zoe, a very friendly kitty with quite a purr.
I was reading Michael Palin's book New Europe when she came by one evening. Cats being the supreme life form on the planet, it was natural that Zoe was expecting attention. She also has a habit of lying on top of whatever one might be reading.