Registration name: That Lady Who Loves Me.

My dog might call me "best friend" because I do this ritual with him almost every day where I tap him on the chest three times and say "best friend" and then tap myself on the chest three times and say "best friend" and sort of draw a line in the air between us.

If anyone calls me by my name they fail to notice. If they hear "Mom" they react.
We have standard poodles.

Maybe "Scoops" for short.

Their love for me is directly proportionate to their perceived hunger.

Hand Under Table.

My Siamese girl often starts out on a pillow at the head of the bed. Sometime during the middle of the night, she ends up on my feet.

...players, and footie is an affectionate term for football, which is what the rest of the world calls soccer.

According to all of the (of course 1000% accurate) YouTube videos I’ve watched about cat behavior, Fifi thinks I’m her mother. The little nibbles on my fingers, toes, and nose aren’t just her being a little weirdo.

She’s definitely still a little weirdo, though.

No idea what Mr. Bee would call me. My little dude is pretty reserved and plays everything close to the vest.

Added:
Someone got footage of me and Fifi:

Belle calls me Mount Nanny. Eddie calls me His Precious. And Radar calls me Not The Papa.

Cat treats. I

Let me in, let me out, feed me, pet me. Staff, where's my salmon?

Two possibilities: The Food Lady, or My Playmate.

Ember never meows for food. Instead she snuggles up, gets all lovey when she wants her dish filled. Like most cats, she's a really good suck up. If f I'm late with a feeding and she's pissed off, things start dropping to the floor and I get a hostile glare.

The only time Ember meows is when she wants me to play with her. Interactive play is a really big deal to her.

So, I am the food lady and the playmate.

I think my husband might have the same name.

I think my cat's name for me is "warm lap".

"Not the Mama."

Anyone remember the show Dinosaurs?

I would not let them eat from the table. (As in no one can feed them from the table. I wanted to stop the begging before it started.)

I would not let them just leave the door open so they could run in and out. ('Heat'? It is perfect out here!'-my husky.)

I would not let the male try to run the female off so he could eat both bowls of food. ('But, I hunger, hooman!')

I would not let the female drink from the toilet. (The male never wanted to... go figure.)

Just a mean person all around.

Don’t know if it was telepathy or what, but he totally just called me “Woman.” And it was exactly how Robert Plant sounds in Your Time Is Gonna Come, in the line, “This is all I gotta say to you womaan.”

It was so clear in my head. He had a claw stuck in a sweater and couldn’t shake it loose, so I was crawling out of bed to help and telling him to be still, i’m coming, and I heard him in that exact tone. I even pulled up the song to listen and yep. Womaaan. lol.