Here’s a pic of me at age 17 and my cat Ishmael. Ishmael was great. He just wandered up to our house one day and I fed him. He was skittish at first, but as soon as he realized I was safe, he attached himself to me and was mine forever more. Or, at least until I left the house. When I moved out at age 19, I moved into an apartment building and couldn’t take him with me. Mom told me that when Ishmael realized I was gone, he left home and never came back, even though she continued to feed him. Cats can be far more loyal than we give them credit for, I think.