T. S. Eliot:
When a Cat adopts you there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it until the wind changes.

One day, she showed up outside my garage and didn't leave. Maybe it was the feeding her the third day when she was still around that made her stay. On the fourth day, she was invited inside. She spent most of her time following me around, laying on the back of my chair, purring in my ear while I worked at the computer. She was here about two years and then one day, she left as suddenly as she came. I imagined her moving on to the next place and the next person that she would gift with her company. Cats, it is said, live where they are meant to be.