Weirdest fucking shit I've ever experienced. Kids were out at a ballhockey game, I was having a nap with PP when I hear my dog going BERSERK in the backyard. Then I hear a strange man's voice downstairs, so I go flying downstairs (thinking maybe it was my dad, or my brother, or a buddy just poking his head in the door to see if I was home) and there's a complete fucking stranger standing in my hallway, about to go downstairs chasing my cat. Looked about early 20's. He proceeds to tell me that it was HIS cat, went into a sad story about his running away, swearing it was his, then starts mumbling something about how he thought that this was his house that his dad bought for him "but I guess he still doesn't think I'm good enough" followed by a barrage of tears, followed by some more incoherent mumbling, then said that he thought PP's truck was his............... The whole time I slowly back him towards my front door, then stood there listening to his ranting with the door open, as my dog was still losing her mind. I finally got him out, and he left crying his eyes out about how it'd been a really bad weekend. It was goddamn surreal.