... is Nina's cat. (And, as I've found out, she is my neighbour.)
Now why is that important you might ask. I'll tell you: A few days back I came home and had this poor little (well, okay, average sized) crying and purring feline sitting in front of my door. As I went in, she followed me to my place, and as I didn't know who the cat was belonging to, I took him (as I found out later.

) inside. He didn't seem alright, so I checked for some wounds and breaks when my doorbell rang and the owner (Nina) revelaed herself. As it turned out, the cat fell out of a window on the third floor just a few meters away from my place and probably got a little confused on the impact.
We took the small little guy to an animal doctor (in the middle of the night), and as it seems he's gonna be alright in a couple of days (weeks).
The whole "event" is a quite strange, but interesting, way to meet some neighbours, and got me the nickname "Tommy the Catrescuer".
Click below to see a picture of the poor little fellow. (Beware: Cat, Blood, and my arm inside!)
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