I always call mine “bro” or “my son”. Rarely do I ever actually say his name lol.
I call my cat by his name. Not his full name, just the first name unless he’s being formally introduced or in a lot of trouble.

Lubochka / Lulu / Bochka / Bobo / Booboo / Baby / BB
mostly… Gadget becomes Gadg or Gadgeypoo, Nova becomes Nova beans.
My cat knows his name. Best part is, he’ll respond if I talk to him.
Sometimes. Usually I do a lengthier riff on it.
I have 2, Link and Phoebe.
I’ll do a “Linky Link” and “BB Phoebe” (as in baby) because I refuse to acknowledge that she’s not still a baby.
I usually just shonen anime fight scene scream ‘caaaAAAaaat’ from accross the room to get their attention.
Yes, having multiple cats, they clearly understand their name.
I have many names for them, though, only one it’s the official name. Nevertheless, I call them by their nicknames, which are numerous.
Yes, he knows his name and he comes running.
He also knows the dogs name, and the dog knows his name. Can’t possibly miss out on any treats the other one might be getting.
My cats only come running when they hear the other cat’s name get called. They only respond to FOMO.
Cheddar Biscuit has a lot of nicknames. Mr Biscuit. Lord Cheddington von Biscuit shorts. Little Baby Biscuit Boy. Master Biscuits. Cheds. Little Lad. Just a guy. Simply a fella.
We have options :3
Both Mimi and her son Zigou respond to their names. Orange Zigou is not the brightest, so I value and use the fact the he did learn his own name.
I call mine 貓貓 (maau¹ maau¹)

I will always be amazed by how well-written that character was. From backstory to hobbies and internal dialogue.
hobbies
I’m not a drug addict, I have a hobby!
Harley was a 7 year old we brought home from the shelter, and she already knew her name so we didn’t have a lot of latitude to change it on the fly.
However, she did respond just as well to “Barley”, so that became her new name, with the standard variety of variants like “Barles” (said like “Charles”), “Barlow” or “Barlikins”.
Barlikins 😂
My Pyrenees is my big baby. My Yorkie is my little man. My orange cat is “fat bad.” My other pets have names that are too fun, not to say. I got “bucket.” She’s a tabby named bucket. I got “meow san” because her automatic feeder came from Japan, and it had an audio feature that said, "meow-san. “Monkey” is meow-sans sister. My partner picked that name. Hearing her call her name makes me HAVE to call her monkey. They’re both too sweet.
Dude, I think we have over 30 cats. It’s a farm, though. (Not the owner)
Edit: “Hey butthole”
Nope, he gets called Meow Meows or Kitties.








