Well, if you do, do be sure to put yourself in the hands of my next-door neighbor, who once, in the dead of night, delivered unto me a marvelous stray cat that we eventually christened Doddsworth. A glorious Maine Coon who was "lost" (read: abandoned), and showed up at his doorstep. So he came over to my house, cat in arms, and said: "Is this your cat?"
Well, it wasn't our cat, and I'm pretty sure my charming neighbor knew that perfectly well.
Still, I had to inquire about this glorious and charming animal that he had with him.
Perhaps needless to say, I took the cat in provisionally, whilst the neighbor "called the animal control authorities, to see if there had been a report of a lost cat."
Man, when my husband got home late that night, was he ever "surprised." (Actually, "surprised" would be to put it mildly. This was right after I had single-handedly taken in Jazzy. And she wasn't exactly working out great at the time.)
Plus we already had the first cat, Tillie (the diminutive of "Attila"), the long-established chatelein of our domestic establishment. Tillie resents Jazzy like there's no tomorrow.
In a nutshell, the LAST thing B wanted was YET ANOTHER CAT!!!
Anyhoot, Doddsie has been with us ever since. And he has bonded big-time with B. In a huge way, both ways. These guys really love each other. B thinks Doddsie is more dog than cat in that regard. That's saying a lot. But I see it, too.
So go figure.
Isn't it amazing what we can learn from animals in various social settings, if we just pay attention?