I was walking back around a corner from a water meter and saw an orange stray semi-running up to me and screaming. He was a sweet cat, followed me for a few minutes, making figure eights around my legs and stopping to holler at me occasionally.

I petted him because he was a good kitty, and went on my way. I got home an hour later and while my cat was greeting me at the door she stopped to sniff the palm of my hand I used to pet the orange boi. She growled a tiny bit, put her ears back and kept sniffing my hands. She walked to the couch, jumped on it and hissed at me.

I thoroughly expect to find a cat poop in my shoes tomorrow.