One such douche bag told me he felt 'right at home' in her house and would 'let me know if she saw him' but it took her forever to tell me she knew him when she saw me looking for him on the street. People are so fucking selfish: when you see the cats owner daily at 10 am, 1pm, and all throughout the afternoon, you fucking release the cat. But maybe Laurel is happier that way. He certainly chooses to visit these assholes he loves. I never ever had an ufaithful cat in the 5 cats I had since I was 15 years old. I called him a slut. Maybe that is what he is truly.  I also wrote a story where I say he is super ungrateful but wise nonetheless. At the worst, he will simply be kidnapped here and there.  People do it against my will because EVERYONE knows he is my cat in the last year: I am always on the street looking for him.