My kids named him Goblin Cat, he lives in the house diagonally across the road. At 6:30am a man walking from somewhere, going somewhere else, stops to feed Goblin Cat a tin of food, a kind act.
For the past year Goblin Cat has started meowing for that food, earlier & earlier, further down the road. Now he starts at 5:30am, shouting for food, loudly, outside three doors down until nearly an hour later.
The kind man doesn’t know this, because Goblin Cat stops the moment he sees him in the distance. The kind man from somewhere else is oblivious to the pre-dawn demands of Goblin Cat.