So, cats are exactly the opposite of me and my Mother, when I was in the second grade. I often came down with an odd, fake illness to miss school, because the Safety Patrol bully from the sixth grade that had already started to shave and smelled like sour milk would hold his arms out, and make me wait forever to cross the street. Even when it was all clear and no cars were coming from any direction.

Like the cat owner above, I took this all VERY seriously. My Mother did not. I seldom got to miss school, or the jerky safety patrol kid that smelled bad.
So, it definitely is the same, in a reverse-logic, inverse sort of way. Only with humans, and safety crossing guards, and my Mother, rather than a cat.