My Knight in Shameless Armor

So last night I lay in bed, eyes closed, thinking about the sort of things that the troubled youth of today think about whilst laying in bed late at night. At some point I turned over on my awesomely not-exactly-comfortable sofabed and my eyes drifted open in the dark room. Not much light but the glow of the streetlight coming through my closed blinds but as I lay there staring, a thought tickled the back of my mind. I didn't even fully recognize it at first but soon the shadow of what seemed to be my desk lamp falling backwards on the miniblinds shifted. There shouldn't have been a shadow from the lampshade falling that direction at all, let alone moving.

I sat up in bed. Nope, wasn't a trick of the eyes. There was a definate shadow moving around just at the edge of my window... close. I screamed a shrill scream of the 18 year old cheerleader in the slasher films. Ok, that's a lie. But I did get out of bed to investigate. I walked around the window to the opposite side of the shadow and peered through the gap at the side of the window. There was a man, crouched down, at my window at half past midnight. So I opened the door to my room and called Scott away from the internet porn or whatever he was doing on the internet.

"Psst... Scott. Come here."
"Huh?" Scott got up and headed towards my room.
"There's a guy outside my window."
Obviously torn between wanting to check it out for himself and not wanting to get shot in the face when he peered through the blinds, he paused a moment before going to the window. "Oh, that's the crazy guy we saw walking his cat the other day."

I vaguely remembered seeing an older guy in the landscaping outside the building just a few days prior, but I had written him off as a gardener. Oddly enough I took "Crazy guy who we've seen before" as a safe enough answer and we left it at that. Scott left and I went to back to bed. With the crazy guy and his cat standing guard outside my window.