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Cats are good (lemmy.world)
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[–] 23 points 1 year ago (8 children)

I was thinking the other day how my cat probably has no idea what my name is after four years. I live alone, and she hides whenever someone comes over. Lol

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  • [–] 28 points 1 year ago (3 children)

    She probably has her own name for you. To which you respond about as well as she responds when you use hers.

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  • [–] 7 points 1 year ago

    You know what, I always respond to her when she meows and if I can’t see her/she's not at the door, I’ll go and find her, and she does the exact same thing! She’ll chirp at it if she can see me or knows I’m in bed and come find me if not when I call her name. 🥹

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  • [–] 9 points 1 year ago (3 children)

    Mine picked up on my name quickly. Then I trained him to use buttons and he correctly can understand that the button for my name means he wants my attention / denotes ownership of something. I.e " food" and " food" which means he leaves it alone. Often says shit like " lets play" or " pets ".

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  • [–] 9 points 1 year ago (2 children)

    My dad would tell the cat we had when I was young that " is home" when I drove past the front window into the driveway and he'd take off to go wait for me at the door. He didn't do that for anyone else. I miss that cat.

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  • [–] 8 points 1 year ago* (1 child)

    My parents lived next door to my grandma. Mom would say "wanna go to Grandma's" to her cat and he'd jump up on a speaker beside the door to be picked up and carried. Grandma would make him a scrambled egg or give him some tuna.

    After Mom passed away, I was visiting Dad and thought I'd try "Wanna go to Grandma's?" He jumped up and let me carry him to Grandma's and back. (After his scrambled egg, of course) He lived to be 21 so I carried to him see Grandma everytime I visited.

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