He has a cat. I think it’s the fluffiest thing I’ve ever seen, it’s big too, I think he said it was a Maine Coon which sounds like a type of wild cat in my opinion. He said he likes dogs better but that they weren’t allowed in his apartment, so he found the largest cat he could. The cat’s name is Jasper. I think Jasper likes me. He will lay on my lap and chest when I’m sitting on the couch. I spend a lot of time on the couch. The apartment is small but doesn’t have a lot of stuff in it, so it’s not the most cramped place I’ve stayed in. The man’s name is Noah, we don’t talk much. He goes to work while I’m still asleep on the couch, we eat dinner together sometimes though. Sometimes I think about how odd it is for someone to let a stranger stay in their house, even if they do have a giant guard cat, but he doesn’t seem concerned about me breaking or stealing anything. I’m pretty sure he thinks of me as a stray cat, scared, hurt, and in too shabby a shape to do anything serious, I don’t like that comparison, but it does seem fitting whether I like it or not. I think normal people are more worried about the trouble that stray cats can bring with them, that’s why they stay stray. But I have noticed he doesn’t seem concerned about anything really. So maybe he’s just a naive idiot.