William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside

It was an April evening, just before dark. I stepped out onto the back porch. At the far end of the porch was the first gray cat and beside him was a big white cat I had never seen before. Now the white cat starts towards me, rubbing himself against the table, slow tentative. Finally he rolls at my feet, purring. Clearly the gray cat had brought him along to make the connection.
I thought the white cat was too forward and did not let him ino the house. However, he returned two nights later and this time I let him in.