I always go to the same supermarket during the week, about 3-4 times. It is one of the big supermarkets perhaps a mini mall, as there are also other shops. One day we noticed there was often a cat walking through the supermarket. It would be found in the restuarant at the entrance and naturally was spoilt by the customers. That is typical cat, they know where the food is.
This cat was also on the parking lot having a walk around and I was worried that it could be involved in an accident. It never was. The supermarket was its home, but never in the food department which was on the upper floor. The assistants told me that was a no go with animals, but there was always a restaurant. Not that it was worried about stairs.To get to the bath fittings department it had to go down in the basement, but no problem. The bathroom department had the most comfortable place to sleep on the exhibition goods.
One day this cat, and its brother/sister (yes, there were two) got into the local newspaper. They had a home and were fed by their humans and well looked after, but this home was in a house bordering on the supermarket and cats being cats they soon discovered where the best places were.
And here are both of them on outside the supermarket. One day they disappeared and it also got a mention in the newspaper that they now had a new home in another part of Switzerland, so the days of plenty in the supermarket were over. I think the regular customers all missed their presence.
Just a few words on cats, but strictly from my point of view. I am no expert, but have had cats since many years. I also have a son, he is autistic. For me cats are autistic. They have no feeling for the abstract, only what they see is there. If they are hungry they will eat, thirsty they will drink. And if they want to sit on your lap they will, perhaps they do not want to. They prefer to do their own thing when sleeping. If they want to go out they persist until the door is open, but it can be that the cat decided not to go anywhere.
My cat is now resting outside in the shade of a tree. Yesterday she did the same thing, although she changed the tree and place at least three times in an hour. Now and again you have kittens, but very rarely do you know who the father is, or fathers, according to the mother’s mood. Our Tabby was in a litter of four cats, and neither resembled the other. Romance and such feelings does not play a big part in the life of the domestic cat.