My Daily Elevator Companion Has Whiskers and an Attitude

One ordinary day turned into an unexpectedly adorable routine—all thanks to a little ginger cat with a big personality.

It began when I entered the elevator in my building to head home to the 22nd floor. It was a pretty tiring day at college and all I wanted to do was to hit the sack. As soon as I entered, I noticed I wasn’t alone. Sitting calmly in the corner was a ginger cat, looking more like a frequent flier than a lost pet. A few kids playing nearby mentioned she lived on the 3rd floor and asked me to let her out there. So I did—I stopped at the 3rd floor and waited.

But she didn’t get down.

She just sat there. Unbothered. Uninterested. Maybe even slightly annoyed at my assumption.

I tried my best to get her out but she was very stubborn and I was too tired so I gave up, pressed 22, and continued on. When we reached my floor, she finally stepped out—cool as ever— but when she realised she was on the wrong floor she again gave me a look. And then, to my utter surprise, walked straight toward the stairwell. She climbed down all the way to the 3rd floor on her own. 

That could’ve been the end of it. But this cat clearly had other plans.

The very next day, she was there again—already in the elevator like she was waiting for me. This time, she meowed. Repeatedly. Sharply. Like she was giving me clear instructions:

“3rd floor, human. Don’t mess it up again.”

I followed the orders. I stopped at the 3rd floor. She walked out with confidence and turned around to give one final meow—this one softer, almost like a thank-you or a simple bye.

And since then… it’s been our thing.

Somehow, she knows my routine. Every day when I return from college, she’s either already in the elevator or magically appears just in time. She rides with me, meows to remind me of her floor, and exits like a queen who just trained her loyal subject.

What started as a random encounter turned into an unexpected little ritual—one that adds a warm, funny pause in the middle of my daily rush. I never thought I’d have an elevator buddy with whiskers and a schedule. But here we are.