The Cat in the Window

I had an unexpected visitor in the wee hours of the morning today: a furry siamese cat from down the hall. How did she get in? My window. The last few days in Paris have been very hot and humid, with temperatures hovering around 90 F/30-33 C. I live on the sixth (and top) floor of the building without air conditioning or even a fan. So it is unbearable to sleep, let alone breathe, without keeping the windows to my bedroom open.

There is a small plastic gutter outside of my window that extends the length of the building. I had seen my petite neighbor try to enter my living room window once before a few weeks ago. I was simply watching a World Cup match on my TV (can't remember who now), and all of a sudden, two big blue eyes were peering in at me. Taken aback, I immediately shooed her away from the window, without realizing I shouldn't scare her too much as we are on the sixth floor. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her. I also felt bad as she kept meowing, as if looking for a friend. If I had some milk or cat food, I might have let her come inside, but I don't exactly have a litter box here, so I don't want to be responsible for cleaning up after someone else's cat.

Since then, I keep the windows closed when I'm not home, but I have to open them again as soon as I return. Last night, I got home at about 2:30 AM, but with the heat, I must not have fallen asleep for at least an hour and a half. After drifting off into a sweet dream land (Ugly Betty was there, and that's all I remember), I was awaken with a start when I heard a soft thump on the floor.

There was the same cat, looking around my room. The alarm clock read 6:01 AM, but miraculously my head wasn't throbbing terribly. I got up from the bed and tried to point her back towards the window. She didn't seem as interested in me as taking a look around her new surroundings, rubbing up against the drawers and stretching on the carpet. Again, if it weren't for the litter box issue, I'd let her stay as she is pretty harmless. I tried picking her up,  yet she clawed into the rough carpet making it impossible for me to lift her. However, the cat didn't growl or hiss at me.

Finally, I managed to grab her (gently) before she could clench to the carpet, and I set her back outside the window on to the gutter so she could go home. I feigned closing the windows by drawing the curtains, but when I peeked back out, I saw her glassy blue eyes shining back at me, with a sadness and loneliness that made me feel horrible for abandoning her. Still, I was exhausted, so I went back to bed.