Being a pussy magnet

So what exactly is it that makes me such a pussy magnet?  It was only a short while ago that I did a piece about a lovely one-eyed cat called Gloria who would walk like a dog accompanying us to the England household and stay overnight with us, before then returning to her home and human ‘owners’ the next morning.  Dirty little stop out!
That was London, this is Liverpool.  And now we have another pussy episode.  This huge fella just erm, ‘gingerly’ strolled in one day and made himself at home.  He’d leave the house to do his bizz and come and go like he’d lived with us forever. 
Then after 6 days he disappeared again.  Cats, eh?  Is there a lot more going on with them than we mere humans can ever understand?