“Hey HEY!” he shouts across the room, an orange cat currently entering the room, the cat quickly darting upstairs and him going after it, in a state of confusion. All of the cats he’d ever met were skittish and never dared to even come near him, this one was quite obviously different, it was as if it thought it owned the place.

Instead of shouting at it he decided to simply pick it up, carry it downstairs and leave it outside, “stay out here.” He said with a soft but firm voice, pointing towards the street after placing it down carefully. It seemed contempt so he turned and continued to unpack his things into his living room, he heard those familiar small footsteps again and turned his head to find the cat right next to him, staring at him.

He jumped backwards onto the box, quite startled by how close it was, the cat looked unfazed, letting out a little meow (more of a prrr-ow than a meow; perhaps it has a particular accent), he repeated the same action from before; pick up the cat, place it outside, return.

The cat didn’t complain, only seemed a bit confused by his actions.

The same back and forth continued for hours, until he assumed he’d won, the cat had seemingly given up now, leaving him to unpack happily while airing the house out.

He’d only realise the cat was still inside after closing the windows and blinds for the night, finding it snuggled under the sheets of his bed, purring happily as if it was having a nice dream.

“.. I guess I have a cat now.”