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That fat, grey cat that lives underneath my porch came out today.
I returned home; as I was turning the lock on my screen door I spotted it, out of the corner of my eye, squatting on one of the wooden steps by the back gate.

Didn't even run away as I moved to step inside.
Just stared at me with those unblinking, catty eyes.
I don't feed it; I wonder what it eats so much of to be so fat.