My dad had a cat that looked just like this one who came with the name Tiger. When this guy showed up on my back step one morning I decided he was a “Tiger”.
He was just standing there looking around. I could imagine the conversation in his head.
“Well I don’t know where that lady is. They told me she had lots of chicken and cream. I’m sure I have the correct address. Where could she be at 6am?”
He was quite friendly but as he has aged, he is very skittish.
Like my dad’s Tiger, he will only sit on your lap if he can face east. We called them our little Muslim cats!