Dogs and cats both understand their names, but with different intonations. Let’s take the dog I grew up with, Pinky:
He was a West Highland White Terrier named after his pink ears, who loved to play tug of war, be carried like a football, and sniff everything with his big black nose. I would call him over, piiiinKEE! piiiinKEE! And he would come-a-runnin’!
Then there’s my famous cat, Luna…
I’ll call her over… luuuuNA! luuuuNA! …No response.
Then she’ll investigate the suitcase I just opened, which we’d like to stay cat hair-free. And it looks like she has other plans. She starts to poke her nose, and I call her… luuuNA! luuuuNA!! The desperation rings through the air as I’m completely ignored.
But then it’s too late.
And then with sadness, I remark, “LUUUnaaa :(” And she finally offers a brief, curious glance. Unlike dogs who aim to please, I believe cats are much more interested in our disappointment.