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I always count the cats before I leave the house. And each time I'm not able to locate Otje at first glance, he has found a place on a dining-room chair. Nicely camouflaged. Back in the Bad Days, when I lived in Grozny, he used to climb into my study through the window. It was on the first floor, he used the sumac tree in front of the house for a cat stairway. In the morning he could be found sleeping in that chair, which gave me a very warm feeling, but it realy pissed off the Other One.