When I came home, you ran to greet me. You sat behind my head when I was on the couch, and pressed your warm stomach against my neck. Often you licked my face with your sandpapery tongue like you were trying to scrape away stress.
Both these social arrangements seem to point to the existence of higher-status cats in multi-cat environments. If this is the case, it's conceivable the owner of a "boss cat" could be -- in the eyes of the cat -- another employee in his organization.
She was meant to be a companion for our cat Dizzy. She looked identical. The same kohl-rimmed eyes. The same silky, silver fur. The same sweet face. She was Dizzy's Doppelganger. But inside?
A heart of darkness.