i don't know what kinda weird man-brothel that big fella is running with you away, mama, but there are some strange things afoot. last night, right at our usual "meow really friggin' loud at 4am" time, some strange man came into the house, hunkered down on the couchbedthing in the living room and went to sleep. we didn't let that stop our meow-time. but i'm telling you. it was weird.