Mink is a former in-door cat turned stray (the curse of an open window), who adopted us over half a year (sitting on our arms while we froze our behinds off in the cold) before coming into our domicile. After 3 nights spent indoors and days outside, she announced clearly she had no intention of ever leaving a dwelling again, though she sometimes checks if the staircase has not run off completely. She's about 5 years old. In the morning, usually shortly before feeding time, she gets people up by the expedient of throwing things down from the table, swiping them down with her paw on purpose (opposed to *stretch* "I need space for stretching" *stretch* and things fall down).