This morning, I woke up to a stray cat snuggled in my bed after the windstorm last night blew my front door open.So, I’ve already shared about this adorable stray I named Sam. He usually comes by for a couple of hours each evening, hangs out outside my side door until I let him in, then he chills on the couch or eats in the kitchen before taking a quick nap and heading out.Last night, though, we had a pretty rough rainstorm. I was outside grabbing something from my truck when I suddenly heard a meow from down the street. I called out for Sam, and he came running towards me, completely drenched and looking so sad. He followed me inside, and I helped towel him off and clean his muddy fur. After I fed him, he took a nap and left a couple of hours later. I went to bed about four hours after that.When I woke up for work at 5 am, I sat up and noticed a fluffy ball in my bed. I was still groggy and a bit confused at first. I petted the fluff, and it meowed back. So, I turned on the light and realized it was Sam! He had been sleeping there until I said his name, and then he snuggled up next to me and started kneading. I wandered around the house trying to figure out how he got in and found that my front door was halfway open from the storm.Eventually, I had to get ready for work, so I plopped down on the couch, and Sam settled right next to me, holding onto my leg.
