Yeah, that stuff about religious significance, thats just a turban legend.
Hey, might not be so bad, what with the solid gold streets, the free pony rides to and from the supermarket, the complete lack of unsightly trash cans…
- takes pre-filled-out warrant from desk drawer *
That’s right, third lamppost from the corner; the rope’s already up.
Sure there is. If it’s a teleporting cat. He got his cat five months before hers went missing.
This is what happens when you feed Hitler after midnight.
Next time she comes by tell her in a convincing monotone:
“This ain’t the cat you are looking for”
“You can go about your business”
“Move along”
Some other suggestions in a non-monotone voice:
“I haven’t seen your cat since… the storm.”
“I don’t eat tasty cats. Why won’t you STOP asking me?”
“Your cat pleased my elder gods. Please send more.”
I think the OP shouldn’t have to show this woman the cat.
Instead, I’d go to the OP’s vet and get copies of whatever paperwork has been made, when the cat got exams. The dates should convince this person who’s searching for her cat.
Don’t forget the sweeping wave of your hand as you say this.
Like that would prove anything. I had a cat for 12 years, and it always treated me like a stranger.
Easy?!
Six stray cats – check
Commercial disinfectant – check
Chainmail gloves… 
But you are a stranger.
On my parents’ street, there was a house a few doors down that had two cats, and the junior cat, who seemed to resent his status at home, would come and stay at my parents’ house for days at a time, without the owners’ knowledge. My parents had no other pets at the time, and my mother caters assiduously to any animals that happen along.
My parents didn’t know the cat’s owners until later, and apparently there was at least one occasion where, after a snowstorm, the cat’s owners were searching through the forest below the houses for their cat, while he sat comfortable and warm in my parents’ living room. They later learned who those people were, and they were terribly embarrassed, but they did not let on that they were the people with whom the cat was cuckolding its owners.
Eventually the senior cat in the other household died, and the junior cat largely stopped coming around once he’d succeeded to domestic primacy.
[hijack]You make my whole weekend with the Cats that Look Like Hitler website. 
Well, whaddya expect, the cat liked billionaire lawyer Lance Hunt.
We had an experience something like this. We had neighbours who left suddenly, leaving their cat behind (an interesting story - guy was living a double life and had a family on the side; his wife found out). The new neigbours did not want the cat and it was essentially abandoned in winter. We knew the cat, liked it, and took in in ourselves. It got along with our cat well enough, but it evidently did not like playing second fiddle to our cat … it started this campaign to be taken in by the catless people living across the street. It would stalk them, follow them around, dart into their door, etc.
Eventually they came to my wife, very embarrased, saying that the cat seems to want to live with them - did we mind? We did not; we liked the cat well enough but we had basically taken it in to save its life during the winter, rather than taking it to the Humane Society.
The cat happily moved in across the street, in effect choosing its owners.
No, they just keep it under wraps.
So… are you going to show her your pussy or what?
They only wear it when they want to go back into the fold.
Prick.