Last night, I let the cat in when she 'knocked' at the back door. (Actually, she's just trying to go through the cat flap in the screen door and is too stupid to realise that the reason she can't is that the door is closed and the cat flap is banging on it.) I apologised profusely for there not being any food for her, and encouraged her to eat biscuits, eventually feeding them to her by hand. I gave her a cuddle, and went to bed. When she jumped up on the bed ten minutes later, I cleared a spot for her. When she rushed to the window fifteen minutes later (straight over the top of me, naturally), I held her up so that she could see out, and make sure there were no other cats running around in her garden. And then I put her back in her spot, and patted her until she lay down in sleeping position. At 3am, when she knocked over my stack of books beside the bed, I picked her up, and gave her a cuddle, and then let her out.

This morning, in return, she threw up in my doorway. Thanks, cat.