My dear little RB kitty Fred always knew when I was happy or sad. If I was happy, he had a little happy dance, turning in circles and meowing cheerfully until I picked him up and danced a little with him, or if I was sad or sick, he was right there with me. He was acting funny one night like he wanted me to go to bed. He cried and meowed until I did, and sat on my pillow and rubbed my head with his paw. 2 hours later I woke up in such pain I thought I was going to die. I did not want to wake my SO, so Fred jumped on him and ran screaming into the living room where I had gone. He took me to the hospital and found out I had my first kidney stone. When they released me, my SO tucked me in, went and got my meds, then I insisted he go to work. He worked less than a mile away, so he went on, leaving a window open. When I woke up 18 hours later Fred was still sittil on my pillow leaning against the wall, but refusing to sleep until he knew I was ok. I asked why the window was open, he said he figured Fred would come get him if something went wrong.