Last July, a cat appeared at our building. She was so sweet, purring and rubbing up against me and the puppies. She took a liking to them RIGHT away. Following them around, trying to cuddle them on our walks. Very sweet. The puppies loved it... at first. LOL. Then they were like, "Whoa, Kitty! Back off! I'm trying to pee here!" They snapped at her a few times when she didn't let up.
And she did.not.care. At all. She still followed us EVERYwhere. If she wasn't outside when we came out for a walk, she'd find us. And she'd follow us on our walk (again, brushing up along side of them while they tried to do their business). If she didn't like the route we were taking home, she'd go a different way and meet us back at the stairs.
A few months ago, she started following us *all* the way up to the 3rd floor. So... we let her in. Then we started feeding her and loving her. Hey, she loves us! And she's cute! And sweet! And hungry! And, and, and...
She doesn't have a family. So she adopted us. And we call her Kissa (which is Swedish for "cat"). I so enjoy having her in our home. She doesn't sleep overnight, and that's fine with me (and my asthma... tee hee). And when we move, I'm pretty sure we'll take her with us. :)