Well Pippin (cat owned by neighbours behind my bungalow) is ready at the conservatory door when I get up at 6am. She stands up on her hind legs and does a sort of mambo with her front paws on the window pane.
I always give her a plate of Whiskas cat food, as she seems very hungry, and her owners aren't the best of pet-owners. They have a poor dog that spends its entire life shut in a cage in their garden, barking and howling. I might contact the RSPCA, but they're notoriously non-responsive round here.
And Archie, the rescued kitten, is now fully grown and flourishing. He comes belting through the hedge to see me on The Bench, and rolls around on his back making funny little moaning noises. His housemates, Delilah and Tiger Lily, have accepted him, and the delightful shepherdess/vet nurse look after them all beautifully.
Both Pippin ans Archie like to sunbathe in my greenhouse, so I leave the door open for them. It's boiling hot in there at times, but of course, cats love heat!