Today I was walking home from class into Eastern Michigan University's student ghetto, when I see a neighbor's cat sitting on a porch. It was a cute, mid-sized calico with stripey patches more belonging on a tabby. I'd seen it around the neighborhood before, a few times, but usually on the opposite side of the street, or while driving. It meowed at me upon making eye-contact, so I walked up and petted it a bit, it was pretty much one of the friendliest cats ever.
It then walked over to the door of the house to which the porch belonged and began to alternate scratching at the door and turning around to meow at me, clearly wanting to be let in. So I ring the doorbell and wait. The resident opens the door while talking on his cellphone in a foreign language (either [whatever-language-they-speak-in-India] or maybe Arabic, if I had to guess), and the cat runs in as I briefly explain that the cat wanted in, expecting that would be the end of things.
Instead, the man informs me that he does not own a cat. So I go in, remove the cat, apologize and finish my trip home. As I turn to look back one last time to see what's become of the cat, I see that it is again scratching at the door. As I leave, I hear it meow at me one last time.
