The neighbourhood’s outdoor cats often walk across our deck and past our French doors. Some are aloof and distant, others more curious. Very occasionally, a few come inside. The ones who start scratching at furniture get immediately put outside. This one just walked inside, looked around for a moment, and found itself a sleeping spot. And then stayed there. It’s a good thing I saw it come in, because otherwise I probably wouldn’t even have noticed it sleeping there, well hidden under the dining table, so I would have locked it in when I left the house for my midday walk.