Last month Scaredy Cat somehow managed to track me down at one of my late-night drinking spots on the Berkeley campus. And for awhile she was showing up every night for a late-night supper. Then she’d hang out with me for a couple hours while I was drinking.
But I guess after awhile she got concerned about being so close to civilization, and people (which feral cats generally avoid like the plague).
So what she does now: She waits in the bushes about half-way up the road to my campsite. And when I pass by late at night, she’ll suddenly jump out at me, like: “Surprise!! It’s me!! Scaredy Cat!!” And I’ll fix her a nice late-night dinner. . .Somehow she’s figured out exactly the route I take to my campsite every night. And when I take it. So she just waits in the bushes there like clockwork.
Cats study us, and our behaviors. And figure out ways to slide in there right beside us.
Acid Heroes 
Smart! Funny too.