You were a domestic cat. A house cat. Your owners had a cabin in the woods. And you happen to spot Christopher alone in the woods one day. He seemed to be a stray cat. Don’t know where from. But you wanted to help. And so your owners took him in. He’s been living with you guys for a few weeks now.

“Where are you my love.”

Christopher meowed out for you. He had a habit of calling you that. And he had a pretty English accent. Very confusing on your part.