Saturday is Caturday: THE FERAL CAT UPSTAIRS : A Feline Noir. Post your Kitties!

I wrote years and years ago during a harrowing chapter in my life. Since some of you liked my noir writing. I will share this one with you. I hope you like it. THE FERAL CAT UPSTAIRS:
A Noir Confessional in 9 Lives or Less! I’ve never seen him, not clearly.
A silhouette, once—on the landing. Shadow on shadow, staring back like he knew all my secrets and none of my boundaries. He blinked once. Slowly. The universal cat sign for you are beneath me but useful. Then he was gone. We call him “Upstairs,” like a ghost or a rumor.
He doesn’t meow. He doesn’t purr. He thuds. Late at night, just as you’re drifting off or trying to decide if carbs are still the enemy, he makes his move. A heavy-footed gallop across the ceiling like he’s chasing God or dodging rent. I’ve questioned my sanity, naturally.
Asked the neighbors, the landlord, the moon. No one claims him. No one feeds him. No one has ever seen a litter box. And yet the scratching continues. T...