The sad truth about the Cat:
one day you come home only to find a Cat sitting on your door step.
And against your better judgement you let the Cat in.
Not a bad Cat you think, house broke, don't eat much and hasn't tore up the furniture.
just as you become fond of the Cat, you turn your back, and the Cat is gone.
so you look off into the distance and wonder to your self "were did that bloody Cat go"?