notes found on cellphone after a night of drink

At this time I am someone else
dull thuds echoing footsteps
through the crack of their
windows' hitting futon
slumbering ears slowly
trudging home to
temporaneous police wails to
get them through a light and
the passing cabs of
drunk western societal projects/
effects (refine me later.)

In the old neighbourhood, is it wrong to approach strange cats?