Hadaya had a home, of course. He could watch TV whenever he wanted, and he did not even mind having a puppy to be wary of. She was very rambunctious when she was awake, though she seemed to have already adopted the cat's schedule for naps, and was more interested in cuddling during those hours than jumping on him and trying to entice him to a fluffy, short limbed, clumsy battle.
Neither of them were built for fighting.
Still, sometimes Hadaya just liked to go out and see what the rest of the neighborhood as up to. Or, as was the case today, a few neighborhoods away from his own stomping grounds. Not that he was territorial in any way: he liked to be an 'indoor' cat, when he could get away with it. Of course, that was all different now.
Sitting on top of a garbage can he had given up trying to get into, Hadaya was now peering into a window. There was a TV just within sight, if he angled himself perfectly so the walls did not get in the way, and he could see what they were watching perfectly well. he couldn't hear it, but since he spent so much time at a library his imagination was in full gear. He could just make up the story, based on what he was seeing.
It looked to be some sort of murder mystery show, though the lead female character also spent a lot of time hanging out with two different boys and looking vexed about the whole thing. Sometimes, he caught Tony watching shows like this, though the librarian always fell to sleep during them. Hadaya could not see how: it was all so interesting, he just could not tear his eyes away.
And so it was, a strange, fluffy cat was staring into a house, rather than the usual opposite. He was completely oblivious to the rest of the world around him, and might as well have been sitting on the sofa with the strangers who, from his angle, he could not even see.