Randall, the gay alcoholic in the house next door, boldly peeps through my windows. 'Boy, you sure rock in that chair a lot,' he said last week, his face pressed against my screen. This time I was lying on my bed with Katherine's cats. I'm watching them while she's out of town. I can be very mushy, and he watched me kissing them and saying that all the other cats in the neighborhood were jealous of their beauty.
by David Sedaris
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In "Theft by Finding: Diaries 1977-2002," David Sedaris shares a humorous encounter with his neighbor, Randall, a bold individual who is unafraid to invade personal space. Randall regularly peeks through Sedaris's windows and makes quirky observations about his habits. One such observation was about Sedaris's rocking chair, showcasing Randall's playful yet intrusive nature.

On a particular occasion, Sedaris was relaxing in bed with Katherine's cats, caring for them while she was away. His affection for the cats spills over into theatrical displays of love, which Randall watches intently. Sedaris's endearing antics, such as kissing the cats and claiming the neighborhood felines are jealous of them, add a layer of warmth and comedic absurdity to this peculiar neighborly dynamic.

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