She believes that she has a cat. The cat believes that the lady belongs to him.
I miss our cat, The Intrepid Spaceman Spiff. Spiff for short. He used to hang out in our neighbors stable or sleeping on an old windsurfing sail bag in the garage. When we moved in to the city we didn’t think he would be happy there so we made an agreement with our neighbors that they would look after and feed Spiff and he could roam around his turfs and feel free and happy. We were so wrong. Our neighbor called. “This is not working out. Spiff is not feeling good”.
I went to the barn, called Spii-if! The response was immediate. I have never heard a cat meow that much. He spoke to me all the way back to his new home but old family. Once he dared to come out from under the stairs, he found a new favorite sleeping spot, new friendly neighbors and a new, much smaller backyard to guard. He was home. Whoever owned who. That is of no importance.