I recently adopted two cats. Brother and sister. Named by my children Moonlight and SpotDot. They came from Tears in Kommetjie.
So they were 4 months old. Never been outside. I chose to keep them as inside cats until they were at least comfortable with me.
The male worked out human == food pretty quickly. He's now a lovely affectionate cat.
The female has been very skittish. I keep them in one large bedroom where I sleep and work, to mostly get her used to humans, or one human.
She escaped. I opened the front door to unload groceries from my car, and she darted out. I knew, more or less, where she was hiding. So I put out food, and it appeared she was eating it (could have been another local cat)
So like 10 or more days desperately looking for this fucking cat.
Then the fucking puss just walks into my bedroom about an hour ago and uses the litter tray, eats the food, and gives me a "fuck you" look. And starts playing with her brother.
Fuck you cat, I have hired traps. I have laid out cat treats. I have fucking fed you (and possibly others). I have agonized about how to tell my daughter that her cat is missing.
But in you saunter, like it was nothing.
Thank god she's home though