Over the lifetime of Tiger Cat (16 years) we moved 8 times. It got to the point that whenever I moved furniture (I was into rearranging pieces occasionally) , Tiger would slink into the room, glare at me, and I’d have to laugh and say, “No, Tiger, we’re not moving again!”
When I took weekend trips, I would leave ample food, water, a clean litter box and then (before cellphones) would call home at least once a day to leave a voicemail for my cat to hear. She never expressed anxiety whenever she saw me with a packed bag heading for the door.
When I was in high school (decades ago) the sister (S) of a classmate (L), died in a traffic accident. Before the family was even notified, S’s cat jumped up on the piano, knocked over her photo, laid on it and remained there for several days, grieving. I’m sure it took out time to eat and relieve itself, but I’d not heard of this behavior in a cat before.
Forgive me if this seems out of place, but I just came across the obituary of someone I knew 15 years ago. She was 87 and the (likely church directory photo) showed her smiling, beaming love and joy and absolutely beautiful! So glad to have that memory of her.
My late son was taught to be considerate, but on one occasion, I was visiting him and his wife and after buying a pack of cigarettes, he carelessly tossed the wrapping on the ground. Without even thinking I challenged, “I did NOT raise you to be a litterbug!” He got the message, picked up the litter and dropped it in a nearby trash can.
At 79, despite the bad knees, hips and other physical quirks, I am blessed with exceptionally good vision and hearing; don’t have to worry about “What would people say?” (Mother’s rule of thumb on everything from wearing pink and red together to wearing a skirt\dress with hemline touching my kneecap); have learned how to walk away from people who add nothing positive to conversation or life in general; appreciate people who (in a very dark time) renewed my sense of self-worth, beauty and desirability as a woman; and for some unique and special friendships that have lasted for decades.
I can’t answer your question but when we lived in central Arkansas, our neighbor lady was serving squirrel and noodles for Thanksgiving dinner. They had learned to be thankful for what they had!
So that’s who dug up my newly planted daffodil and grape hyacinth bulbs! Humph!!