Devi does whatever she damn well wants to. On rare occasions she'll actually come towards me if I repeatedly say her name questioningly or whiny. Mister Kitty will run up to you if you breathe. Or stop breathing. Mere existance is his reason.

But they do both greet me at the front door.

My cat comes when called. Both to the kissy face noise and when I meow at him. (There might be a few Buffistas who can attest to the fact that I can do very realistic meows, to the point of having cats stare at me in amazement (or else looking for the cat behind me that meowed).)

not when you call his name

Maybe you're using the wrong name.

I used to have one-day delay with netflix. Now, it seems to be taking them 2-3 days to receive stuff. hmm. I liked my instant turn around.

ION, my to do list is going slowly today. I need some afternoon spring in my step.

My cats come only to the sound of plastic rustling that is holding cheese, tins opening, and kibble shaking. And when they are outside and have their sweet sweet freedom, they may not come for that, though the pull of the stomach is strong.

Oh, one of my cats will come when I squeak his squeaky mouse.

One of the cats at the house I used to live at would come running at the sound of foil. She would wait for us to roll it into a ball and throw it. She would run across the room, grab the foil ball and bring it back for us to do it again. Foil was her catnip. (It was hilarious watching her do this, too.)

My cat's name is Señor Sock. Years ago he'd come when I called "Señor!" I used to live in a very Hispanic neighborhood - once he got out, and I felt like an idiot walking around my neighborhood calling, "Señor! Señor!"

Eeee. Tommyrot just made me laugh during a conference call. Bad tommyrot. No kitties for you.

Oh! Mister Kitty will awake from a nap and run towards you eagerly at the sound of the cap coming off the syringe! Or if he happens to see you holding one. He'd be a bit of a nuisance if you were an iv drug user, I'd imagine. Hey, needle! Pet me love me you can shoot up later mmmm where's the food can you rub that ear rights there mmmm

My cat's name is Señor Sock. Years ago he'd come when I called "Señor!" I used to live in a very Hispanic neighborhood - once he got out, and I felt like an idiot walking around my neighborhood calling, "Señor! Señor!"

Ahahaha. I feel your pain. I mean, Mister Kitty? Thankfully he is indoors only and can't get out. And he answers to Bub and Buster. And everything else.