I want to tell a story about our cat.
Once we went to a country house. We prepared roast pieces of pork on skewers.
Cat came to us to a smoke smell. He did not say "Mew" and did not demand food for himself. He just sat and waited, that he would at least get something. We fed him and gave him piece of roast meat. On the next time, when we arrived, he came to us again and we gave him a piece of sausage. This lasted until the autumn has come.
People say that cats are very intelligent animals. You can not believe, we talked to a cat, scratch by hand it and cat understood us very well. In the autumn, my father dug trenches for the water pipes, it was a drizzly rain, it was cold and damp, the cat followed by my father.
At night, the cat went into the house and slept with his father on his lap. Professionally my father is a miner, his knees have some ached. The cat warmed them and the pain passed. The cat for all time did not leave us anywhere, so we thought that he was homeless.