After my grandma died my cats were acting a bit only at night. I’d keep my door so they wouldn’t bother me when I was trying to sleep. One night I’d left the door to my room open and was watching a movie, when they both went completely crazy for some reason. I pushed nite on the t.v. and waited. I heard my grandma’s walker coming down the hall. The same squeaky wheels, the same jingling bell. My cats heard it too and were prancing around like they had when she’d walk down the hall from her rum to the bathroom.