Late Night Visitor

If this were anyone else's blog but mine, that would be a misleading title. But seeing as how I *never* have that kind of visit ... pretty much ever ... I'm sure you're already assuming that there's more to that than meets the eye.

Yeah, so my sleep patterns have been a little off lately. Yesterday I collapsed in the afternoon and ended up napping until almost 9:00. I knew then that I'd have trouble falling back asleep, and not only that, but that's a whole wasted afternoon, so I decided to just stay up. In doing so, I caught up with the last two volumes of the first Star Blazers series that I'd had kicking around here from Netflix. Sometime around 2AM I heard a weird noise (it wasn't from upstairs; they'd already gone at it around 1AM) coming from outside. It took a minute for me to figure out that it was a cat making that noise, so I figured it was my little friend. And as it was pouring rain outside, I went to investigate.

I opened my door and the little guy was peeking in through the door to outside, so I let him come in. He ended up staying this time until I left for work sometime around 4:30ish. I gave him some milk and everything. He wandered around the apartment for a while, and got a lot of attention from me, before finally finding a quiet corner of my bedroom closet to get some sleep in. That's where I found him shortly before I left. I didn't want to disturb him really, but I didn't have a lot of choice there. I can't leave him inside while I'm gone. It was nice to have the company, if only for a few hours.

He just followed me inside again, too.