This place has a hall cat.
The people who live at the end of the building have a cat, and they leave their door open, so it likes to wander the halls. Actually, no, let me correct myself. It likes to wander to my door and meow.
I’ve done nothing to make friends with this cat. I make no secret of my opinion of them. I was raised to hate cats. It’s one of those creepy looking short-haired ones. Very soft to pet, but with an unnatural look about it.
It doesn’t do this to anyone else. It only comes to my door and meows. I’ve opened it to try and convince it to move along, nothing here to see. Instead it tries to make a break inside. Do I have a secret stash of catnip I don’t know about?
Last night I let it come in while I was having people over for some board games. It made a beeline for my computer room and hid under my patio chair. (I really have to move that thing into storage.) I herded it out before it started setting up shop.
This morning it tried again.