The Siamese cat who supervises this household can make a vocalization that sounds like “Mama!”, and she will do this whenever she wants attention or food. She doesn’t just call me Mama, though…she’ll call ANYONE Mama, as long as there’s a chance that she’ll get petted or fed.
I’m her person, though, most definitely. She keeps track of my whereabouts, and makes sure that I don’t eat too much (by mooching stuff from me). The other cat considers my daughter his mom.
When Sapphire the Siamese was in heat, she made several obscene propositions to my husband. I’m sorry, but I simply CANNOT repeat them here. Let’s just say that she got her message across.
My dog, Poppy, probably calls me “keeper of the frizbee”. As for the cat, something like: "Oh, yes - you. You’re face is familiar but…no, it’s no good, I’m terrible with names. Anyway, since you’re here, how 'bout you make yourself useful and open that can of tuna?"But he’s very old and senile, so I think he can be excused.
i think i go by two names, “Keeper of the Leash” and “Human Chewtoy”. it seems my only two purposes in life are to walk a spoiled chow-mutt and allow her to gnaw on me when she’s bored. bad dog.
It’s just me & my dog in my house. I got her when she was 5, and she hadn’t had much in the way of loving, reliable human companionship until then, so she’s bonded very strongly with me. And although I have many names for her, I think maybe the only one she uses for me is, “Mine!” I think she says it not to be possessive, but because she likes finally having someone.
I’m pretty sure my dogs just refer to me as “god”. My cat, on the other hand, refers to me as “hey you”. or he would, if cats had the capacity to think. god, I hate that cat.
My dog calls me “Mama”. If you say, “where’s Mama”?, he’ll go find me. The cat calls me “That bitch that the dog likes more than me”. The cat loooooooooves the dog, but the feeling is not mutual.
My husband is “Daddy” to the dog, and “Can Opener Guy” to the cat.
I don’t own a dog, but the dogs I see the most often I believe refer to me as ‘ooooohlooksomeonetopetusandjumponooohoohooh!’
Granted, they refer to -everyone- this way.
The cat, on the other hand, apparently refers to me as ‘foodguy’. We proved this a few days ago. I came over in the evening, and the cat immediately ran to it’s food bowl and meowed impatiently even though it’s used to being fed only in the morning.
Like hillbilly queen, my dog, Spunky the Wonder Dog, knows that I’m Mommy. If my husband (who the dog knows as Pop) says “Go see Mommy!” he comes to find me at a full gallop.
Our cats call us their “pink things.” I am Meep’s Primary Pink Thing and the spouse is her Backup Pink Thing. Reverse for Tenshi. Ozzy doesn’t care and loves/bothers us both equally.
I’m glad to see we’re not the only ones who do voices for our cats. We’ve both carried on entire conversations with them, with the other person providing the cat’s part. What’s scary is sometimes when I don’t pay attention, I really start feeling like I am talking to the cats. Especially Tenshi, who’s too smart for his own good.
Sandy the Cur Dog (astute dopers are seeing where my handle comes from, yes) refers to me as Mom, the One Who Scratches Ears, Rubs Bellies, and Gives Moldly Food from Fridge. There is no higher deity than I, and no greater adoration than hers.
My husband is known as The One Before Mom. (Sandy was originally his dog, but has become wholly and devotedly mine since we started dating and married.) He is not so loved because he is not a giver of rubs and scratches and has the nasty habit of locking her up when she’s in heat so she won’t breed with the neighborhood Dog Juans. Sandy prefers to be an outside dog and DOES NOT take well to confinement. Naturally, Mom visits with food and belly rubs and is even more adored. Bwwooooohahahaha.
