Not always true. It depends on the cat, and how they were domesticated.
I had a barn kitten that fell asleep in my lap, the first day mama brought them out of hiding. And that is where he stayed until the day he died.
All I had to do was say his name, and he would come running from wherever he was, and plop in my lap.
My cat Yoda would jump up on my shoulder and give me kisses! Boy, I sure miss that pretty girl.
Yes...thank goodness for the exceptions! Beaux is much more responsive to his name than Stella.
Our cat tunes in to the television. She knows that when she hears the TV, we’re sitting down, and she chooses a lap. Usually my husband’s lap. My daughter had to start bribing her with treats to sit in her lap. She also comes running if we say “want to go outside?”. She adopted us, though, not the other way around.
I don’t see how there is any way to predict if cats in general will come when called-they have individual personalities like any other living creature.
The most affectionate of my 3 cats, Midget, is a feral-born tabby midget found in the woods. She appears instantly when I call her name, and any time I work from home she will curl up next to me and touching in the chair-like she is right now.
My other two cats, a mostly-Persian orange tabby, and a gray tabby Maine Coon were pets that got lost and ended up at the animal welfare shelter. The Persian, Titus vocalizes with dog-like woofing noises when he wants to be petted, and Yeti boy sometimes jumps onto my chair, but neither is as loving as Midget...
Depends on what you are saying. I find that “Pippin, kitty food” works pretty well. Not sure who trained whom. :-)
My last cat, a big gray striped tom, was the same way. I could call his name and he would come running from wherever he was in the house. When he found me, he would give me a little "Prrr?" with a question mark at the end, as if to say, "Whaddaya want?"
Mine meet in the hall at my bedroom door in the morning and then plop into my lap or the arm of my chair...
awww. cute story:)
I believe that.
I’ve got a cat that I found in a pile of construction waste that we were cleaning up after we built our house. He fit in my hand when I plucked him out of the pile.
That was six years ago. Now he’s an 18lb. savage and comes to me without fail when I call his name. Inside or outside, doesn’t matter.
He sits with me and watches TV and sleeps on my feet every night.
I’m his buddy, but he barely acknowledges the fact that Mrs. Augie exists unless the food dish is empty.