There is a tabby cat in the neighbourhood, I mentioned it before (I think it's the same anyway), he has been around lately. By the door, or nearby, he usually waits for us to show up and then he goes and rubs against us and gets very cuddly. He is not feral: he has a collar and seems very well fed. But today he seemed eager not only for us to stay with him, but to follow us into the block. It was a strange sight: every time I was getting up and moving towards the door he was making big predattorial strides and blocking the way, then purring and rubbing against me. I think he would have got into the flat had we let him.
I felt guilty all evening for not letting him in, but I couldn't: we cannot accomodate a cat and we don't have the right to own pets here. And his owner might be one of our neighbours on the ground floor. I said owner, but this cat I am sure, like other felines, own humans really. I said in my post last year that I wanted to adopt him if I could. I said the same thing today and yesterday, but I think it would be the other way around: he was ready to adopt us and take over our place. And like a sucker I came this close to let him in. I came back to my senses, but I thought a lot about that tin of tuna in the cupboard. With milk, that was the only thing I could have offered him.