I just answered a knock at my door. When I opened the door a black and white kitten dashed in. A woman waiting there asked if it was mine. The kitten had been scratching at my door and the woman who lives across the hall decided to knock. I said it wasn’t mine, and grabbed it, returning it to the hall. Several times I tried to close my door and each time the poor thing darted into my apartment and into my room in a fenzy. I guess it smelled or otherwise sensed something appealing here. I eventually picked the kitten up, to have it scratch my chest as I closed my door. It was a beautiful cat, but it’s sure left a stinging in my chest.