I love animals

This morning, I woke up to find a stray cat in my bed — completely unexpected. Turns out, the front door had blown open during last night’s windstorm.
I’ve shared about this sweet stray I call Sam — he’s a regular visitor. Every evening, like clockwork, he shows up at my side door, waits patiently, then comes inside for a few hours. He usually hangs out on the couch, has some food, takes a nap, and then heads back out.
But last night was different. It was pouring rain and really windy. I had stepped outside to grab something from my truck when I suddenly heard a distant meow. I called out “Sam!” and saw him come running down the street — absolutely soaked and looking miserable.
He followed me inside without hesitation. I dried him off, cleaned the mud from his fur, gave him something to eat, and he curled up for a nap before heading out again. I went to bed a few hours later.
At 5 a.m., I woke up for work — and noticed a fluffy ball curled up beside me. Still half-asleep and confused, I reached over to pet it, and it meowed. I turned on the light… and there was Sam, snuggled up in my bed.
As soon as I said his name, he perked up, crawled closer, and started making biscuits. I wandered the house trying to figure out how he got back in — and found the front door half open, blown ajar by the storm during the night.
Before I left for work, I sat down on the couch — and Sam came over, sat beside me, and gently held onto my leg like he didn’t want me to go ❤️

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