I was walking home and a cute tortie greeted me on the steps. I pet her, unlocked and opened the door. I turned around to give her a departing pat and she walked in as if to say, "This is my home now."

Poor girl got whisked to the vet and poked and prodded for the next hour. Now she's hiding in the bathroom. I've got to say I'm a bit baffled by it all. I've never heard of a cat just wondering in and choosing people. I just hope my renters don't find out.