Last night I heard tiny little “meow… meow…” sounds near my door, and when I looked down… this tiny orange potato was sitting there like he pays rent. 😭🧡 No scratching. No chaos. Just sitting politely in the dark like: “Excuse me… do you have snacks and emotional support?” I opened the door a little, and he walked in with the confidence of someone returning to his house after a long day at work. Five minutes later, he was curled up on my rug acting like we’d been best friends for years.