I have scratch marks in various places on my carpet, little paw prints on my windowsill, and a specially laid out fleece on my couch.
And I don’t even have a cat.
But a cat definitely has me.
The first time I met the cat, it was meowing on my windowsill. I was worried it was lost so I opened the window and it casually walked in.
I posted a picture of the cat on our local community Facebook page, asking if anyone had lost one.
Several people thought it was theirs. One was certain it was theirs and asked me to make sure not to feed it because it was on medication. By the end of the day, when we established where that person lives in relation to me, we decided her cat couldn’t have wandered as far off as I live.
The cat wandered about my living room a bit, then placed itself at one end of the couch and went to sleep. I was really tired that day, so I eventually had a nap myself. When we woke up, Cat signaled to me it was time to leave, I opened the window, and it was gone.
I didn’t see it again for about two weeks. (more…)