A cat came to my window some days ago, with a clear intention in his whiskers of making permanent residence in my room. He took a look around, sniffing here, glaring over there, until he find a good spot at my feet and laid for a nap. I watched bewildered at the little feline trespasser as he shuffled and yawned in sleepy cloudiness, until tired of my ogling incredibility, he jump to my lap and in purring stupor ask for some milk and a pillow. Then lick the tip of my nose and giggle as only cats can do. Then, I was lost. Now said cat spends his days sleeping in my bed and his nights chasing bugs in the kitchen.