Well first off you don't own the cat, the cat owns you. Look at them, They lay there with that regal look as if to say "peasant get me my food & honor me." At least mine always did. Cody would be gone for 6 months at a time. Hung out with the girl cat up the street just long enough to knock her up then come home. He would give me this look like Hey you knew I would be back. You get you a kitty for you & hopefully it will decide that you are his person & not hubby. But then a new cat in the house & Big Boy & or Monique may decide that hey thats my mama and you are on top again.