While there are village cats and city cats, I remembered one story.

My aunt had a cat. Well, how was it... rather, it was she who had it, will sometimes lie down and wounds go down, and all the rest of the time in the surrounding gardens and courts good and justice in his cat understanding causes.
And this cat once a year was taken to the cat in the neighboring hill, bringing light and joy and replenishment of the cat tribe. He will live there for a week-and-a-half on selective foods, the cat is picked up and returned to his home. The last time they bring this annual Romeo on the second day with the words: "He ate, looked at the cat with one eye and fell asleep!"
Cats are cursed.