Yesterday, when I was enjoying a specialty cut of meat, a brisket to be precise, a cat suddenly appeared at my feet as soon as the plate landed on the table. The cat meowed relentlessly so I offered it a piece. It went quite. As soon as it was done eating it started meowing again. I gave it two pieces. It finished those pieces and started meowing again. I ignored it.
When I finished consuming the brisket, I remebered the cat. I looked down and it was no where to be seen. Suddenly, I heard the meowing again. I saw the same cat further down the hall, at the feet of another individual who threw a piece of chicken down at the cat.
How quickly the cat moved on when I could no longer feed it. Alas, I was in Gachagua's shoes.