Since I'm in such a rut in my life right now, I think writing about things I just remembered (thanks again, elaff) will help. I'm at the scene right now. Let's take it back a year.
So I was hanging in my room in the afternoon, and I started to hear this tapping and rubbing on my window, behind the blinds. It was really odd, but what freaked me out more was when I pulled up the blinds and there was this black cat staring, unmoving. I was so scared because there was something about it, like a shape difference or something, that gave it the characteristics of a very living entity. I'm usually very receptive to sounds, scents, and animals, but this was freaky. I couldn't go to sleep because it was watching me, silently through the open window. I wouldn't have been so scared if it was moving or exploring the grasses. But it just stood there, purring every 3 minutes. It kept coming to my window every afternoon irregularly (every other day then a break, then every day, etc.) for about a week. Then it all stopped. I'm still terribly intrigued.
