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It's not mine
but I miss it.

When I moved into my place, a cat regularly came to visit.

It knocked on my window and asked to be let in, approaching via the broad raingutter. My flatmates and I always wondered who it belonged to, as it did not look like a stray cat at all, rather like a pedigree one. Sometimes it stayed for days at our place. We fed it and cared for it. But after a few months it stopped showing up.

Curious about what might have happened, I started an investigation in my neighbourhood.

Suspect #2

Photos of suspect #7's room.

Report of suspect #7

Suspect #5

The Room of suspect #5.