Mine do. I have two Persian cats. My Fancy Feast furbabies, lol. They're both two years old, and bring so much joy to my husband and I. It's just us living here.
If I'm having a bad day, and I'm flat out in bed, they keep jumping on the bed. Lily puts her face to mine, nose to nose, while Caesar lets out these little whimpers of frustration. They lick my hands. They miss me. Fortunately, this doesn't happen very often, as I'm able to crash on the sofa. That doesn't bother them, but they hate me in bed. If I sleep late, they start crying about 11, demanding that I get up.
I love when I have a good day, not just for me, but for my husband and those loveable furbabies. When I'm cooking, cleaning and laughing, it sort of sets the tone for the entire household. When I'm sick, I feel so guilty. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it.