In the evening and on weekends our neighborhood is really quiet, so Chunky is allowed to go outside while it's still light out. He pretty much just lays on the porch and makes silly noises at the birds.
While he's not doing that he plays his favorite game. It looks like this.
He sits at the door and meows super loud....over and over again. When you try to let him in he will turn around and ignore you. A few minutes later, he will do it again. It could really go on for hours if you indulge him. After several dozen interactions like this, he will finally come in. At that point he will saunter to the back door and demand to be let out again. He scratch his favorite tree, then right back to the front door to play again. It's a vicious cycle. Like I've said, he runs this place.
P.S. That's the roomie's new car in the background. Every time I see it I expect Joe Pesci to come walking up the house with a baseball bat.