Not the cats I've had! They've given me silent treatment when I've been gone. My Gonzo was different. It didn't matter if I left for 5 minutes or several hours. When I opened the door he was always sitting right on the other side waiting for me. When he became ill with FIV, I took him to my parents' house while I was at work so he could get his meds on time. I was working a 3-11 shift at the time, and no matter how late I got there to pick him up, he was always sitting on the newell post at the bottom of the stairs, just waiting patiently for me to come for him. I'd pick him up and he would wrap his paws around my neck and snuggle his big head under my chin and purr. On the ride home he lay beside me with his head on my leg.
I'll miss my Gonzo for the rest of my life.