Okay, let's get one thing straight here. I didn't steal a cat.
It was just an average morning: running down the floor flights of my building and opening the door of the stairwell. It was only when a cat raced through the opened door that my morning became not-so average. I followed the little fella up the stairs to see if maybe he was finding his home's door, but he seemed as lost and confused as I am when I get to the airport. Befriending him was easy, as I soon learned, Cat (as I began to call him) had a lot of love to give. He had a collar which gave me the feeling he lived in this building, so I couldn't leave him outside, but I also couldn't leave him in the stairwell. So the most obvious thing to do was take him home...right?
I poured Cat some water, made a temporary sign to put downstairs, and left my roommate a note about why there was a cat in our apartment. Despite always having an affinity for animals, I've never had any pets before, but thankfully, I wasn't alone in this cat-sitting endeavour. My roommate had a can of tuna and was also sensible enough to check the collar for info. Ahah! A phone number and a name: Romeo.
Between the two of us, we called and texted the phone number a handful of times, but the calls went straight to voicemail. As Sofie left for work around noon and I had finished work around 5, I picked up kitty litter and cat food on my way home, expecting to arrive to a flat full of cat poop. Imagine my surprise, coming home to a peaceful Romeo, holding in his poop until I made him a little toilet. Good Cat.
I'm usually more of a dog person, but Romeo's something special. And boy, this cat is a Romeo. He's a lover boy, a charmer! I mean, just look at how easily he convinced me to invite him up to my apartment?? What throws me off about cats is their cold demeanour - that indifference towards people. But Romeo is a passionate cat. He loves to cuddle and give you kisses. If you stick out your hand, he'll nuzzle it affectionately. Well, he won over the hearts of mine and my roommate's.
Yet, I couldn't rid myself of the guilt that maybe there was a little girl out there missing her adorable Romeo. So we came to an agreement that we would do everything we could to find the owner, and if we had no luck, we'd adopt him. My roommate made posters that were more legible and probably taken more seriously, unlike the one I made with a school marker and a second grader portrait of this cat. We hung them around the neighbourhood in the most popular spots. We also spotted a tattoo in Romeo's ear, with a code featuring three letters and three numbers. We used this to look him up on https://katteregister.dk and were able to find his veterinary information.
Despite being woken up by cat cuddles and kisses in the middle of the night, we grew more and more accustomed to having Romeo in our apartment. It was also amazing how he immediately made our place his home. But the next morning, my roommate was contacted by a woman who had seen the poster. Romeo was her cat and she would come pick him up after work.
I spent my remaining hours with him the best way I knew how - taking a cat nap. I knew this was the right thing to do, but it wasn't easy. I felt a bond to this cat and he definitely brought some excitement to my weekend. I fully believe that people need some sort of contact with animals, and regularly. I had been deprived for a while, so this weekend of unconditional love and getting to stroke a velvety cat pelt was therapeutic for me. It's also taught me not to generalize cats as being cold. Much like people, they can all differ in characteristics.
Maybe we'll get a cat someday. But for now, I mourn for the absence of my little furry friend. I like to think that maybe he wasn't the one lost in the stairwell. Maybe I was the lost one, and it was he who found me.
Okay now I'm reaching new levels of crazy cat lady. I better stop.