It started yesterday afternoon.
He (pretty sure it's a he minus cojones) lives in the apartment directly under mine. He's very vocal and mewls all day, which is, to be honest, kinda annoying. But by now, I wonder how his owner treats him, because he was almost completely quiet (except for the purring) with me.
Anyway, we heard a loud "MEW!" while in the apartment, and my mom was all shocked and asked: "Is there a cat in your bedroom???" I laughed and countered: "Noooo! That's the cat that lives beneath me, it's very loud. Maybe it is outside." (My apartment building has a central atrium and balustrades going around to reach the apartments.)
We go outside and look and see nothing and then I turn to my bedroom window and
there he is just climbing out the window!!! (Windows here have iron griddles in front of them so no one can get in, but the kitty fits through the holes.) Rarely have I been more amused at being wrong! I managed to grab him, we took a few pics, and I brought him back downstairs.
This morning, I woke up in the middle of the night, could not go back to sleep, worked some, finally went to bed at 7:00 o'clock... and hear loud mewling outside (it sounds really pitiful). I finally got up and looked and there he was. A bit scared at first and a short while later, I went back inside and he climbed into the window casing of my living room so I decided to let him in (first picture).
I got him up on my shoulder and after some scooting around, he became my pirate shoulder kitty!! (Other pics) After a while I put him out. Not easy, he seems somewhat scared of heights and unsure of jumping, so there I was in the open doorway with a cat on my back, claws dug in... Some mewling, then silence. Another while later, I went and opened my bedroom door, went back to the kitchen and turned around - and there he was again! Very curious, looked around everywhere, got into the waste bin and dragged out a chicken carcass from the night before and began to desperately gnaw it!!
So I decided to wait until my mom came. Settled down on the couch and played with the faroshus TIGER. He hardly sleeps at all but has two modes: Playbitebitebitescratch and settled down and purring like a fighter jet. He also likes to sit on my shoulder and rub his face against my checck, it's adorable. I'm not sure I've ever put my ear to a cat's chest while it was in full purring mode, it's an awesome deep rumble, even in this little guy.
Mom came, and we decided to give him some food. We have no cat food, obviously, so I chopped up some ham and cheese, and put out a jar lid full of water. He wolfed everything down and also drank another lidfull. Makes me a bit worried.
He is lively enough, but he seems a bit scrawny, and his chest fur is slightly matted. Not sure he really knows how to groom himself. And I feel he is very lonesome, that's why he mewls all the time.
Tossing him out became impossible. He'd either turn heel and run right back in, or jump into the window casing and look at us like "How could you do this to me???"
I did take him down once but no one was home. He followed me right back up, zoomed past me around the corner, I hear the elevator doors opening and suddenly there is this skitter of claws on stone and this terrified little yapdog, hardly larger than the kitten, skitters out!
Kitten was on the stairs, back all hunched.
Back here, he discovered a kind of styrofoam tube, bent like an L, from some packaging. Best plaything ever. Tore through the entire apartment chasing it.
Anyway, got him in the crook of my arm and petted him until he was nearly asleep and verrrrry relaxed, then I took him down. Owner still not there.
But I dropped him off and he seemed chill about it. Was quiet very long, recently heard meowing again but likely from inside his apartment.