I’m working from home today, post dental cleanliness. This usually involves me setting up on the love seat with some kind of music playing. I sometimes have my feet up on the coffee table, with my laptop, well, in my lap. I have nodded off like this, though obviously not during normal office hours. Obviously.
It’s a nice day out, so this morning I had opened the windows in the kitchenette. Those windows are not fully visible from my little love seat office. I was sitting her just now, looking at my open tasks, and trying to prioritize, and I heard a little noise.
At first I thought it was a sound effect in the song on my iPod. (Monster Pete and the Chiefs) Then I thought it was coming from out of the window. I looked up, and I saw her.
I really did hear a cat meowing! And she was in my apartment. And she was running under my bed.
She is obviously not a stray. She has on a collar with a tag and she wasn’t the slightest bit shy. In fact she made herself right at home on the love seat:
On the bed:
And, uh, ahem:
I figured she must have jumped in the window, though it’s pretty high up. This was confirmed when I let her out and she did it a second time. That time I saw her. As much as I enjoyed the visit, though, she’s not mine, and I can’t keep her, so I let her out again. This time I closed the windows a little more.
This confirms that I should own a cat. I’m not allowed to have one here, but hopefully at my next place, they’ll allow it. Obviously this little fuzzy one was drawn to me.
I just hope the squirrel doesn’t get the same idea.