So, I'm sitting here watching the third season of "Wilfred" on Netflix.
And I just found out that the ex-neighbor's cat (the neighbor who moved out a month after I moved in and left behind their cat)... the cat I've been talking to since mid-April, and the only visitor I've had inside the house... is not the ex-neighbor's cat. Just a cat that's been hanging around since I moved in. Apparently, they had been calling him, "Wilfred."
"What a coincedence," I say. "I've been watching that show tonight!"
My ex-neighbor had no idea what show I was talking about. The more I explained, the more quickly the conversation moved to its ending.
So... I may officially have mental illness.
EDIT: I just got stoned with Wilfred.