Is there one person that your pet absolutely adores? Years ago I dated a woman with two cats. Her white one Sybil loved me. Would even want to eat the same food I was eating, even if it weren’t cat-type food.
In my house now there is only me and my dog, but even so, it is so very clear that I am hers. She won’t even go out and play with others unless I go too. (I have a home office and sometimes my coworkers work here.) She’ll follow them out, but if I’m not there, she goes and sits and stares at the door. I was at my Mom’s over the holiday and my girl was getting attention from my sister. I got up and went to relieve myself and Mom says that when my pup noticed I was gone she went into full-on panic mode.
I was sick a few months ago and a buddy came over to let her out and look in on me (it was a minor operation.) I was out all day long. He said she, reluctantly, went out to pee, but then she came right back in. She stayed at my side all day. He left around 6:30 and she wouldn’t even touch her food. Finally I woke up and she went and ate.
Is the person your pet adores the same one that feed it?
She gets very…un-cat-like around me. She whines for me to pet her and follows me from room to room. She sleeps with me and will let no one near us when we are sleeping (makes for interesting relations with my hubby).
If I am not there, she simply stays in our bedroom until I return no matter who is over.
The other cat is a complete attention whore and will go to anyone who will pet her.
I do not feed the cats. I thought my husband doing that would make my cat like him more. Sadly, this did not work.
We have two cats. One definitely prefers my husband, though she likes me too - with strangers, it takes her awhile to warm up, though she’s pretty friendly.
The other one is MINE. He follows me around, wants to be picked up (he puts his front legs up, like when a toddler wants to be carried), and just enjoys watching me do stuff around the house. If I get up to go to the bathroom in the night, he gets off the bed and comes with me. Also, when my parents visited recently, he fell in love with my mother, too.
I almost never feed them or give them water or treats, my husband does that.
My sister thought it was funny that when we talk about our cats, it’s “my cat” or “my husband’s cat,” but that is the reality. We both brought a cat into the relationship, and there is no doubt that my cat is my cat, and his cat is his cat. His cat likes me just fine, but she adores her daddy. My cat will barely walk over him to get to me. I think animals usually bond with a person in the household.
I feed all three of our animals 99 percent of the time. My wife only does it when I’m out of town or if she’s already up and wants to let me sleep in a weekend morning.
Sydney, our bulldog, is a momma’s girl. She wants to be near my wife at all times. She’ll settle for me if my wife is busy or not home, but if she’s available, that’s where you’ll find her.
Mala, our Italian mastiff/bullmastiff mix is a daddy’s girl, pretty much to the same extent Sydney is with my wife.
Zaney, the cat, is weird. She loves to poach me and curl up in the crook of my arm or on my stomach if we’re on the couch, but she likes to sleep on/next to my wife at night.
My cat absolutely adores my mother, even though it’s my Dad who feeds her. My cat will wait by the door each night for my mother to come home from work. Then she reaches up (paws outstretched) and gives her that “I’m cute! Love me!” look and just begs to be picked up and petted.
We have daddy’s boy and mommy’s girl. He was a stray and possibly abused, and very worried about many things, and he looks to my husband for guidance and protection. She always comes straight to me for cuddling. They both get equal attention from both of us, and my husband feeds breakfast and I feed dinner. That’s just the choices the dogs have made.
When I have a migraine, both dogs stick to me like glue.
Einar the former barn cat absolutely lays claim to my husband. Oh sure, he’ll let me pet him, and even sits on my lap sometimes, but on the weeks my husband is home he follows him like a shadow, leaps in his lap whenever it even looks like he’s thinking of sitting down, sits on the bath mat while he showers. I feed the cats most of the time but I am clearly not the A team.
I have 2 cats and my partner has 2 dogs. All of them love both of us. But one of my cats is a total affection whore. He’ll do his “happy dance” for anyone he meets.
Our Golden loves us (she is a Golden, after all) but she is just wild about our neighbor. She’ll pull me across the street when she sees her out, and she’ll squeak and practically start a hurricane with her tail. Our neighbor loves Nebbie plenty, but has never fed her, even once.
Yes, my family’s dog likes my mom more than anyone else by far. If you get home before my mom she greets you briefly before going back to the window to wait for my mom to get home. The woman we bought our dog from says it’s probably either because my mom is the only female in our family and our dog is female, or because my mom tends to be home more than anyone else so our dog considers her the master of the house. Oddly, it was the same with our last dog.
I am the Jack Russell God of my household. When the pups were born Mrs Lanzy was going through having her knees replaced and I had to do all the puppy chores and they all imprinted on me as the pack leader. I also had to do ALL the dog walking for 12 weeks and became the JR God I am today.
Our ferrets were definitely not attached more to the Provider-of-Food (me) than my husband. Each seemed to have chosen one of us as their favored human; they all liked both of us, but had their preferences.
I’m not sure on our rabbits yet. My husband thinks they prefer me because I am She Who Gives Greens and Pellets and Hay, but they behave better for him when we’re trying to pick them up and put them in their cage.
My pets hate me. I have to sleep with one eye open. Just the other night I woke up to find the dog pinning a pillow over my face and the cat chanting “Do it! Do it!”
There are three cats in the Bodoni house right now. Two are definitely mine, and the other is definitely my husband’s. The odd thing is that all three enjoy having both of us give them attention, but they all have preferences. The Siamese girl is mine. She picked me out at the Humane Society, to the point where she didn’t even want anyone else to hold her, she struggled to get to me. Nowadays, she’ll let anyone hold her. However, she will climb into my husband’s lap while he watches TV, and snuggles on him. She doesn’t want to sit in my lap. If she hasn’t seen me in the TV room for a while, though, she starts fussing. Then my husband has to pick her up and carry her into my bedroom or library, and say “THERE’S your mother, now quit whining!” I think this is hilarious, while my husband thinks that she’s just being a typical Siamese pain in the ass. And he has a point. We think that the older male cat was abused before we got him. Again, he picked me out at the Humane Society, and was a bit wary with my husband. Nowadays he frequently bugs my husband to pet him. Shadow was 4 years old when someone surrendered him to the Humane Society. He absolutely DOES NOT want to be picked up and hugged. Not even a little bit. He likes being stuffed into a carrier even less. And he is strongly against getting his bladder poked, getting a shot, and getting pills shoved down his throat. Not want to go to vet Not want shot Not want pill, neither - Cheezburger - Funny Memes | Funny Pictures That’s not a pic of Shadow, but it looks almost exactly like him, except Shadow has some white stripes at the tip of his tail. And no, I have no idea why his former owners called him Shadow, but the HS woman told me that he knew his name, so I shouldn’t try to change it. The younger male is a very handsome orange tabby with white markings, and he’s certainly my husband’s cat. When my husband asked to hold him, Charlie scrambled all over him, trying to attack and play. He’s the purringest cat we’ve ever had. When he got his first checkup, the vet couldn’t get him to stop purring to listen to his heart. Charlie likes me, and will ask me to pet him and hold him, but his heart belongs to his daddy.
My husband is usually the one to feed and water the cats, though I’ll put more kibble in the bowl when necessary.
I see many little signs that my girl may have been abused. Even though she has never ever been struck by me, and rarely even gets yelled at, she cowers at odd things. She spilled my beer one day. She didn’t get scolded or anything, but she still cowered away from my hand when I went to pet her. She learned to be afraid of things like that somewhere. Oh well, all I can do is love her now and hope her memories of such things are fading.
Mrs. Who & Mrs. Which adore my wife but seem to merely tolerate me. On the other hand, since what I like about cats is their independence and, well, evil, that may just be their giving me what they think I want.
It depends. Our three are complex little kitties. The wife and I both feed them. Havoc has no problems cuddling up to the wife, but she is definitely a Daddy’s Girl. If my lap is empty, she’s in it. Pixel is more even in her attentions. She’ll sleep next to me at night, but prefers the wife’s lap. Caelan…well, Caelan’s a devil. But when he’s feeling lonely he heads for my chest for skritches. I think they “favor” me because they have figured out that my wife can’t be conned into giving them extra treats, but I’m a pushover.
We had Boomer (a rescue/stray) for 10+ years and he always cowered when someone raised a hand. We’ve had Sadie since she was 8 weeks old and she doesn’t cower at anything.
My husband is Sadie’s favorite. I do the regular feeding but Ron’s the one who gives her treats. She’s a whore for food.
But maybe she likes both of us equally. Whenever one of us has been gone and comes home, Sadie runs to find the one who stayed home – “Ron’s back!” or “Pam’s back! Come see!” Same when she comes back from a ride – she has to immediately find the one who stayed home. I guess she’s making sure her pack is intact.
We haven’t had Angel long enough to figure this out yet, but I think so far she’s our son’s dog. She loves all four of us (five including my MIL) but she will lick our son to death. She’ll come up and sit on my lap, but then she thinks I’m a huge chew toy. When we leave in the mornings, she’ll go into my MILs bedroom and camp out under her recliner footrest.