We bought a house from a family who moved across town who apparently were owned by a cat. (We had not seen him while looking at the house, but I had found an abandoned litter box in the basement when we moved in, so I threw it out.) A few days later, there was a cat, sitting on our doorstep, screeching, obviously wanting in. After trying to avoid him for a while, one of us let him in. (I won’t say who did it, since it was me.) He raced throughout the house looking in all the rooms winding up in the basement. (Wouldn’t you wind down in a basement? I guess you would, if it was your mancave,) I, of course, had been following him. He turned, glared at me, went back to the front door, and waited for me to let him out. He never came back.
We bought a house from a family who moved across town who apparently were owned by a cat. (We had not seen him while looking at the house, but I had found an abandoned litter box in the basement when we moved in, so I threw it out.) A few days later, there was a cat, sitting on our doorstep, screeching, obviously wanting in. After trying to avoid him for a while, one of us let him in. (I won’t say who did it, since it was me.) He raced throughout the house looking in all the rooms winding up in the basement. (Wouldn’t you wind down in a basement? I guess you would, if it was your mancave,) I, of course, had been following him. He turned, glared at me, went back to the front door, and waited for me to let him out. He never came back.