I have always had cats. When I was 7 we changed our place. Our cat Mattis was so desperate that actually found our new place, not that it was too far. We left him with my grandma because we had no place in the new small flat for him.
He passed not long after because he was sad he could not cuddle with us all the time.
The other one we had at the same time with him, Scaredy, was stolen but he still managed to come back to us 2 months later.
Where I come from it is common to steal animals, especially if they are cute, well kept and trained. Our Wakanda was white with green almond-shaped eyes. She was really beautiful, and most of all she was trained to poop and pee in the right place. We believe someone took her and sold her for good money. I refuse to believe she died being run over.
