Mr Guy: My girlfriend's cat moved in long before she did. The first weekend the cat was here, about two thirty AM I woke up to a young child's voice clearly yelling up the stairs, "Helllloooooo? Helllloooo? My naaaaaame?". I went from sound asleep, to being convinced I was dreaming, to trying to figure out if it was coming from inside or out, to finally being willing to get up and get out of bed and open the door to check it over the course of only about five minutes, the whole time, every ten or fifteen seconds my name came wavering up the stairs.I open the door, and absolutely nothing.The night, same thing, only I bounce out of bed quicker, throw open the door, and see the cat sitting on the top of the stairs with a catnip mouth in it's mouth, meowing as loudly as it could over the injustice of the shut bedroom door. It absolutely floored me how, even looking right at the cat, you'd swear it was saying hello to me, by name.
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