I would shoo her out. I don’t want a cat, nor the fur or anything else she might leave behind. She crept in many times, making it a game we’d play- cat sneaks in, I gently throw her out. One day as I was leaving, I found her perched on the back of a couch, looking out the window. I put her out and two minutes later she was right back in the same spot, napping. Game over. The door stayed closed.
This cat, she is a stranger. The cat-stranger roams through my house, appears to want to stay, makes herself at home. Does she creep in silently because she knows she’s not supposed to be here, and does her owner know? Is mine the only house she has visited? I like her, I get closer for petting, she enjoys it briefly, then hisses. I back off, mistrusting her intentions and fear I’ll be hurt. I’ve been told never to trust a crosseyed cat.
The recording started with a scratch demo as a placeholder, but when I heard that first bloom of drum crash at the entry, I was on my way, piling on overdubs. I sampled an acoustic guitar played with a violin bow, recorded the broken toothbrush and ran it through an envelope filter for that cute “bweep-bweep” sound (along with the cat, who wouldn’t hush).
The last time I saw the cat in my house, I’d just returned after being away overnight. She’d gotten in undetected but then was locked inside for a whole day and night. She has not set foot in my place since.