i wish i spoke cat

the past 36 hours have been some of the strangest of my life.

on another note, there's a cat i always see in the alley behind my house, who thinks my door is the door of his home. he's really skittish, but if i crouch down and stretch out the palm of my hand he'll come and talk to me. i suspect he wanders off the balcony from the apartment above and then has no way to get back up. i want to let him into the main hallway of the building at least, but i'm not sure he actually lives here, and in the end i think trapped inside would be much worse than locked out.

i think i'll nickname him tiger.