I just told our dog to “Go see Daddy!” and realize I’ve been doing this since we got him. I wondered how weird it is to call oneself Mommy or Daddy to your domestic beasts. Do you do this?
Oh, definitely! My husband always says “Go tell your human mommy” to our cats when they need something.
Hubby, however, likes to refer to himself as the “Great Food God.”
Sheri
I was always referred to as “the Boy.” Coco was my Dog, and I was her Boy. Even after I’d graduated high school and gone to the Air Force, when I came home on leave, my parents would call the dog in from the backyard, “Coco, your boy’s home!”
I am definitely “Mom” to the kitties and dog. Or on a bad day, “Alpha Bitch.” My parents are gramma and grampa, my siblings are aunt or uncle, as are good friends. Sickening, isn’t it?
When speaking to the dog, I refer to my husband as “the alpha.” As in, “I think the alpha has some leftovers for you, shitdog.” I don’t think the cat chooses to acknowledge the existence of “the alpha,” and I am simply “mommy” (as far as she knows).
We always call ourselves Mommy and Daddy for our two dogs. Beyond that, her parents are Grandma and Grandpa, and Scuba and Peaches understand what that means.
I’ll soon investigate the direction my life has taken.
Woohoo! 100 posts! And in a pet thread, too. Appropriate.
Hip hip hooray for me.
Yup, us too. We are Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa and Uncle Bill.
I am mommy.
My little shih tzu is so happy to see me when I come home, even if I just walked out to the mailbox!
When I come in I say, “Come snuggle with mommy…you know she loves her little bear”.
Okay, I’m sicker than I realized.
OK. Mr S and I fawn over Miss Phyllis to an embarrassing degree, just as we did with her predecessor, Miss Emily. But we’ve never bought into the mommy/daddy metaphor. We think of our dogs as our very best friends, and so we say “your buddy” or “Where’s Scarlett?” She’s our best buddy and we are hers.
Crap. I forgot to add that about a week ago, I was on the phone with a tech support guy when Mr. S came home. Of course Phyllis started barking her head off as usual. I excused myself briefly as I shut the door to my office by telling the tech, “My dog is barking because Daddy’s home,” and he laughed. It was a convenient metaphor, but not one I would normally use.
I am Mom or Momma…since I don’t have children and never will my pets are my babies, children, kids and I am Mom.
No problem as far as I am concerned. People adopt human babies and we call them daughters and sons and expect they call us mom and dad…nothing wrong with adopting a cat and/or dog and claiming you to be mom or dad.
BTW, we aren’t “masters” of the beasts when they enter our home they are our family too.
I’m “the big mammal.” Sometimes “momma” but not often.
She’s the “flat-headed, bug-eatin’, toe-walker” or, “Fluff-Pigg” for short.
eh, IAAPM (i am a pet myself), but the Big Girl refers to herself as “Sister”, since the Big Mom refers to herself as “Mommy”. heyyyy, if the Big Girl gets married, i’d be an aunt! cool!
shuffles off mumbling to self about being an aunt to a human
oh, and i refer to my pet human (aka the Little Boy) as… well… “the Little Boy”. 
I refer to myself as “Mommy” to my two cats. I like to refer to my husband as “Daddy” but my husband just gets mad and says " I am NOT that cat’s daddy!"
I think part of it stems from his stepmom calling herself and his dad “mommy and daddy” to their two dogs, which he thought sounded incredibly stupid. To tell you the truth, I went over to their house the other day and heard her refer themselves as “mommy and daddy” to the “girls” (the dogs), and i have to admit, it did sound stupid. Although I really do like his stepmom. It didn’t sound stupid for her to be “mommy” but it sounded stupid for my father inlaw to be called “daddy”. So I guess I won’t be calling Jeff “daddy” anymore. But I’ll still think of him as such…there’s no harm in thinking about it, is there? 
Lorie
Would you believe I’ve never had to refer to myeslf when speaking to my cat?
But I can add that my mother (Like SuperLorie’s hubby) was extremely put off when my sister referred to her as the grandmother to her cats.
I’m Mummy, or Mama.
“Mama loves her babies! Who’s bootiful girls? Does you love your Mummy? Yes you do! Yes you do! Mama loves her bootiful girls! Who’s so lovely? Who’s Mama’s cutey pies?”
“Muffin! What did you do? Come to Mummy. Come here. Come to Mummy. Muffin! sigh”
I find this mildly disturbing. OTOH, in a board filled with people with strange phobias and other weird customs something like this is not the worst thing.
I only talk to those who may understand what I am trying to say and that rules out even many people, sometimes myself included.
My pets understand what I’m saying. Especially the dogs. Hoover is a most sensitive fellow. If you say “Let’s look at your ears, Hoov”, he runs and hides under the bed. If you say “You smell, Hoov”, he runs and hides under the bed. If you say “We should go for a ride in the car”, he dances with excitement. We were sitting around the table talking about him today, and he was sleeping on the couch behind us. He realised we were talking about him, and got all paranoid, sat up and listened carefully. I had to go and give him a pat to reassure him. Hoov’s a big old sook.
But he loves his Mummy! Yes he does!