I once had a cat who thought he was a dog. I could call him to go take a walk. He would go to the front door. Once outside he would follow along in front yards as I walked up the street. When I crossed to the other side, he would follow over. As we came back to our front yard he would head straight to the door.
If I were making a sandwich, he would often sit in the kitchen staring (begging) for a few scraps of beef.