They communicate telepathically, I found!
“They communicate telepathically”
Interesting that you’d say that. My Maine Coon, Duchess, was able to “read” me, especially when I was not well. I called her an empath, but that may not be the correct word. After surgeries or when I was otherwise under the weather she wouldn’t leave my side — my feet, actually.
I have a plain short-hair tabby, Maris Crane, who I call my nurse. If I’m such in bed ill, she sleeps by my feet. If I get up to use the restroom, she sits up by my pillow until I return. Then she’ll lie by my pillow and purr until I’m asleep or almost asleep, get up and go back by my feet again.