She/He/It is sitting beside me, purring contentedly. After only about five minutes of being here, I heard plaintive meowing from outside. She/He/It waltzed in — and then I noticed that there is cat food in the kitchen. We’ve become friends. Probably because I opened the cat food. I take what I can get sometimes.
Update: The cat’s name is Jenny. She is a rescue cat, and she enjoys “rescuing” other creatures and giving them as presents.