There is something familiar about this place.

Not this mini-house, precisely, but... this region. It's very strange. I can't quite put my paw on it.

Maybe it's the smell, or the sound of the wind, or the angle of the sun in the sky, or the geomagnetic field of the Earth which varies with location (composition of metals in the ground, degrees of latitude from magnetic north, blah blah blah, you know all this).

I feel like I have been here before.