Not officially. I went to the Post Office to buy some stamps. Yeah, I
know some people who don't have computers so I still do "snail mail"
from time to time. There was a cute little grey tabby looking for
all the world like it was guarding the front door.

I said hello to the cat and stooped down to pet it. It scooted under a
bush. Ah, a feral. As soon as I went inside the cat resumed it's place
in front of the door again. There were lots of people going in and out.
The cat would move aside then sit back down in front of the door.

I didn't see any signs of it but someone must be feeding the cat.
Either that or there are a lot of mice or marsh rats around the Post
Office. I can't think of any other reason for her to just sit there by
the front door like that. She was cute.

We used to live near a chippie/Italian takeaway in the centre of
Edinburgh. They had a big ginger cat sitting by the door most
of the day. Over the years he got steadily fatter like a furry
version of "Supersize Me" and ended up like a ginger space hopper.
I presume people used to give him bits of fried fish whenever he
turned on the charm (which he did all the time). Not a good
advert for the product.

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