It took a while but I got the cat inside. I had to let it go through the whole smelling my hand, letting it rub its cheek against me, watching it run away and come back a few times, before it trusted me enough to come in the window. As soon as it was in I grabbed the stupid thing and got it down stairs. It was crying and struggling by the time I got to the door, and man was its heart beating fast, but it's outside and it seemed fine when I let it go. Hell, it didn't even run away or anything, just sat there looking around.