“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.
We had a cat that was friendly with my wife and kids, but she would never get up on my lap or anything. She would tolerate me petting her on the floor, and I could pick her up, but she never came up and just sat on my lap.
I came home after a very close call in the woods (a stick in my neck). While waiting to get hold of a doctor (I wasn’t bleeding, but was told by a country doctor that there could be unseen damage and the artery might burst) I was laying on the couch.
That cat came up and laid on my stomach! Never had done it before, or since.
I like to think it somehow knew I needed some comfort.
Either that, or it was waiting for me to die so it could eat me!
People who think cats aren’t loyal or smart like dogs don’t know what they’re missing, right? Cats just aren’t pushovers. You need to court them.