You might think the reason that Laverne climbed onto my chest and purred and purred and purred this weekend is because she misses me.
You would be partly right. She misses me, but only because I am the one who will let her outside when she whines. SH ignores her entreaties. She knows whose resistance has been battered by years of whining (in stereo) in this house. SH can still resist it because he hardly ever hears it.