I woke up to find a mysterious furry guest in my bed—and it was a moment I’ll never forget

At 5 AM, I sat up in bed, only to feel something furry curled up next to me. Groggy and confused, I reached out to touch it—and it meowed. I quickly turned on the light and froze.
There, purring softly, was Sam—the stray cat who usually just visits for a couple of hours a day.

Sam is a sweet stray who’s been visiting me every evening. He waits patiently by the door, walks in, eats a little, curls up on the couch, naps, then disappears back into the night.

But last night, a heavy rainstorm hit. I had just stepped outside when I heard a distant meow. I called out, “Sam?” And there he came, drenched and miserable, running toward me from the end of the street.

He followed me inside, let me dry him off, clean his muddy fur, and eat a warm meal. He napped for a couple of hours—then left, like always.

I went to bed… but the morning had other plans.

At 5 AM, I woke for work and saw a furry lump next to me. I reached out, it meowed. I flipped on the light—Sam was curled up in my bed.

I wandered the house, puzzled, until I saw it: my front door was cracked open, blown wide by the windstorm. Sam must’ve come back during the night, seeking safety—and chose my home.

When I sat on the couch to get dressed, Sam came over, curled next to me, and laid his paw on my leg—as if saying, “Don’t leave yet.”

That was the moment I knew: he wasn’t just a visitor anymore.
He had chosen me.
And I had already chosen him.