Imagine sitting in your living room, engrossed in a TV show, Facebook, work....whatever. Then from the corner of the room you hear a faint, muffled, "Reooooooow."

You ignore it. Thinking it's one of your cats in a different room. Under a bed. Stuck under a blanket.

Then the noise is louder. More persistent. "Reooooow. Reow. Reooooow."

So finally you pry your eyes away from the laptop and see your cat. And then not your cat. And not your cat stares straight at you. As if he's warning you.

I've been in this house almost three months. What a lovely welcome to the neighborhood. I totally understand the meaning of "peeping Tom" now.