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Cat person here.
We've had a neutered male named "Nuit" (french for "Night" as he was pure black) who would come at a whistle from anywhere on the property. He was a stray who knew when he had fallen into the good life. The next cat we adopted had been an apartment cat and had never been outdoors. Nuit would lead her around the yard, teaching her how to hunt and get around, bring her back to the door and "Meow" until we let her in, then go off to get some work done.
When my FIL was in his 80s, we got a rescue tabby "for the barn". Ha! " Sailor" soon found his place and that place was wherever my FIL was. In the house in front of the TV, Sailor was on his lap. If FIL took the four wheeler (quad) to work on fences or his gardens or check on the oxen, Sailor would go with him and usually sit on the gas tank and ride around.
When my FIL passed, Sailor would go to the barn with my MIL when she looked after the horse. Now the horse is gone, the two seniors keep each other company.
Oh, Sailor won't drink from a water dish any more. He sits beside the walk-in shower and "meows" until someone turns on the water for a second or two. Then he drinks.
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Les
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Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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