The cat was taken home from the street as an adult.

XX: When we put her in a bowl something especially delicious for her, she can't immediately believe it, rubs her legs, squeezes near the bowl, anxiously looks in the eyes: "Is it me? Couldn’t you be me?" We hung, we persuade, we take on our hands. We behave like a person, thereby depriving the freedom of movement, distancing ourselves from food and further increasing its anxiety. But to stay and just leave, seeing such a panic, is almost impossible.