I heard some moving around outside on my veranda which startled me, so I turned off my lights and peaked out the window (stealthy? nope.) to find a stray cat curling up in a little ball just trying to get comfortable in a small bin I had forgotten outside.
100% better than what I was imagining and a whole lot cuter. I don’t know how my furry little friend got up here, though, on the second floor.
My veranda is your veranda, kitty.