A cat, black with white spots sat on the bed staring at her. Clare looked at it oddly. The window wasn’t open and her door wasn’t either. How did it get in. She’d been in her room working for several hours, she’d have noticed if it had been there the whole time. Or would she? She had been working pretty hard. Maybe Olivia dropped it in as a joke earlier. Maybe it had hidden somewhere and had only ventured out now. It was possible.
Clare rose from her desk and walked over to the bed where the cat sat. It looked back at her, scared almost. She surmised that however it had got here it didn’t want to be here. She crouched down in front of it and looked in its eyes. “hey there” she said absent-mindedly as she reached for it. “How did you get in here?”