There are lots of feral cats in our neighborhood. Everywhere. All over the place. And generally, we don't bother each other. But they've been hanging out in our garden quite a bit more, including giving birth to kittens. And yesterday, one of those kittens somehow ended up in the house. I don't think I'll ever know how, unless it sneaked in when someone left the door open in the afternoon.
Both my youngest son and I heard the kitten quite a bit last evening, but I didn't think it could possibly be inside even though something in the back of my mind kept telling me there was something in the house. I knew we could hear a kitten outside mewing quite loudly even when we were inside so I assumed this was another really noisy kitten. But I never heard it outside and my son kept insisting it was inside. So finally, this morning, when I heard it in a different part of the house, I went looking for it and found it in the closed-off part of the house. Not being much of a cat person, I just left the outside door open and it either left in a few minutes or its mother came to get it. Either way, the kitten was outside with two larger cats.
And now I am finding the traces of a kitten spending the night in my house. I will pay attention next time if I think a cat is in the house.