Was watching Running Man when my dad came home after work around 2AM and announced that our block’s residential cat Lion King (whom my sister affectionately named) was sitting at the stairs outside our unit.
Now this wouldn’t be terribly exciting news, but we friggin live on the 12th floor, and there is just no way a lazy cat like that would bother climbing all the way up. So we’re guessing someone either coaxed him into the lift (he’s really scared of them though) and then thought it was funny to bring him all the way up.
Poor kitty was so scared but we managed to feed him and let him into our place for a bit where he hid under a chair for a while. It was actually pretty amusing because my siblings and I usually spend a lot of time playing with him whenever we’re downstairs and we’ve always been tempted to keep him – but seriously cats below where they can roam and not stuck in an apartment.
Soft kitty, Warm kitty, Little ball of fur. Happy kitty, Sleepy kitty, Purr, purr, purr.
P/S: Updated post below.