We had a grey for 17 years. Vet eas convinced he was a Chatreux. He had a Beagle brother for 13 of those years. When we left the house to take our Beagle on his last journey our daughter stayed home. She told us that once we left the house the cat started crying. Ran to the window to see us get into the car. Then he ran upstairs to our daughter’s room, jumped on the window and cried loudly as we drove away.
When my boxer, Dixie, passed away, our tabby went into mourning. Cried, sulked, would run to the door every time it opened and then drop his tail and go back to the dog bed when he saw Dixie wasn’t there.
My middle child broke down one day talking about Dixie and the tabby came over, crawled into his lap, and nuzzled him. They stayed like that for quite a while while Shawn wept, cuddling that cat. When my son got up and encouraged the cat to play, my tabby finally responded.
People think cats are not emotional. They are.