So, when I said nothing exciting was happening...

...I guess it depends on your definition of exciting.

Last week, a neighborhood cat mistook my front door for her own, which is across the street from me. This is how I knew.

Morning #1) pile of cat yak right outside my front door.
Afternoon #1) come home to said cat cleaning up her own vomit.

Morning #2) second pile of cat yak a foot from the one the day before.

Morning #3) once again, a clean front stoop on no account of my own.

Afternoon #4) dead baby bird, half-eaten, in between 2 former piles of vomit.

After catching the cat cleaning up after herself that first afternoon, I tried to befriend her. That way, if she continued with her "presents" outside my front door, I'd also be getting the benefit of a friendship from her. But she was skittish, seemingly terrified of me, and ran back to her home.

I'll give her this: every front stoop in our neighborhood is the same. Maybe she did actually get confused the first time. But after that, after I tried to befriend her, I think it was spite. I haven't seen her around my place since the dead baby bird showed up.