The other night I had a visitor on my balcony. A stray cat. She kept flirting with me through the window and because I have a soft spot for animals (like a bruised peach), I slid open my rusty screen door and let her in my house. She spent the next hour sniffing everything, exploring the dusty, hard-to-reach spaces, the closets, the shower and finally hopped up on my bed and kneaded a pillow before circling around and curling up into a ball to sleep. Later we watched Millionaire Matchmaker and cringed at the bad dates.
Several hours passed and I realized I had to start knocking on doors around the building to find her home. I finally discovered her owner, a fusty woman that lives just above me who exclaimed, "Oh, you found Chaussette! I'm so sorry if she was a bother to you."
The next day I came home to discover that Chaussette had written me the sweetest note (see above). And indecently, has better penmanship than most people I know.
Thank you so much for the pleasant visit. I had a very nice time--and you were very hospitable. I hope I did not over-stay my welcome.
Chaussette, the Upstairs Kitty