Oh yeah, Merla was telling me about that. It reminds of me of when we took Anti from the old neighborhood where we used to live. We were never planning on taking him, but then he got that huge neck gash. So I decided to take him for treatment, even though Merla intended to have him euthanized. I called him out from under a car and when Merla and I prepared to take him, two other neighborhood cats who would associate with him approached him as if to say goodbye, the young one even crying. The older one would NEVER come that close to me, and I would always see him and Anti fight. They just sniffed noses for a minute. It was so touching. I don't know if they felt we were taking him to die, but I think they had a feeling they weren't gonna see him again.