My cat of some years ago recognised the sound of my car & would arrive at a run when I returned from work.

It confused him awfully the weekend I sold that car and the opposite neighbours bought the same model, the different colour apparently didn't register with Spencer. He would arrive at the run just the same, but seemed unsure why I parked in the wrong drive, went into the wrong house, and had suddenly turned into a woman. He wasn't the brightest of cats, but he was good fun.