My Creepy, Creepy Cat

The husband and I are starting to get a little weirded out by our dear Buster.  A picture of this would be nice to illustrate but I haven't been able to get a good one yet.  Our kitchen is roughly across the hall from our bedroom, but not exactly.  And let's say you're at the computer in the bedroom.  That puts you in the far corner of the bedroom.  If you sit in the chair and lean back you can see a sliver of the kitchen. 

Only, rarely do you ever just see a sliver of the kitchen.  Typically what you see is Buster.  The sliver in sight is only the tiniest bit wider than he.  He's as far back in the kitchen as he can get while still being in sight.  He's sitting.  And staring.  And staring.  And staring.  He sits there like a statue and usually is leaning ever so slightly so as to be perfectly in your sight.  And he stares.  Did I mention that?  He'll do it other places, too.  He'll sit as far away as possible while still being in sight and sit and stare and plot your demise.  It's starting to get a bit unnerving.  God bless him.