Last bit of loquacious
Quacious the cat
Kway! for short when you need to tell him stop doing cat things
BT big talker
Now I need another cat, so I can name it “Purrakami.”
Or “Kway-Kway” for when he acts a bit kwazy.
My thirteen-year-old lost his identical twin a year ago, and he’s still not over it. They were terrific play-fighters when they were pups (I referred to them as the Doggies in those days, to confuse them and forestall palace coups) and so they got the names of retired WWF wrestlers, Spike and Rocco.
Anyhow, Spike (a wonderful name for a cat, IMNSHO) tells me he wouldn’t turn a hair (and he has a hell of a lot of 'em) If you named your new guy Rocco. He also says, not so modestly, that calling the new guy Spike might give him a little more edge.
Not that my Spike has any edges; big boy, but still: 20 pounds, and refuses to lose weight.
Good on you
Dan
Warren, because he purr-sists in speaking? Though he is a he.
– still thinking about it, please keep them coming!
True story, some of you might remember: Hank Ketchum, original cartoonist of Dennis the Menace, did a story arc once in which Dennis adopts a stray cat. He names the cat Hotdog.
The primary theme of the story arc was that absolutely none of the other regular characters in the strip could accept that a cat could be named Hotdog. Throughout the arc, one character after another argues with Dennis that you can’t name a cat that, and Dennis challenges them all to explain why not.
After that, Hotdog became a semi-regular critter in the strip. Apparently Hotdog and Ruff got along well.
My son has a Gabby, acquired in a similar manner to the OP.
How about “Chairman Meow”? Yes, I’m taking that from the Philip Dick novel “The Devine Invasion”. In a similar circumstance, I temporarily named my tom, who looks a lot like yours, that before settling on Clark.
G.T. for Gabby Tabby.
Somehow he’s reminding me of Squiggy of Lenny & Squiggy, who both always said, “Hello”. They had an agency called Squignowski.
How about Singer in English?
LOL
so many options! can’t wait to hear how it ends. and there is no reason a cat should only have one name, after all. My Landlady’s cat is named Rajah but I still call him Stripe.
Now that is a very good point.
I used to have a cat who I sometimes called The Cat With The Very Long Name, because he’d accumulated so many names.
My family (scattered across various states, they’ve only seen a picture of the cat) currently seems to be uniting on Omer; on the grounds that they say it’s Hebrew for “to (singular masculine) speak.”
I’m still undecided.
He looks like a Chester to me.
Also, for some reason, the biblical name Job popped into my head. Neither of those has anything to do with being loquacious, though.
Cyrano? (He was pretty gifted with words.)
Cyril?
What are the other cats’ names?
Homer?
Omer Homer, to encourage him to keep showing up to meow at the door?
Eddy, Calliope, and Merton.
Calliope arrived with that name; I don’t know how she got it. Eddy is named partly for a version of a name for an area where he’d been meowing unsuccessfully at doors before moving over and finding one that opened for him; and partly because an eddy is a small swirling disturbance and seemed a good name for a highly energetic half-grown kitten. (He is now a fairly energetic middle-aged cat.) Merton because of “Mrrrt!”
That’s funny – I suggested the name Eddy for a friend’s cat who was constantly climbing into their kayak, which was in the basement, and that’s what they named him.
I vote for this. The cat (well, one of them) at my vet’s office is named “Princess Dominique Buttercup.” Here’s a picture of her showing the world how it’s done. (Being a cat, that is.)
Minstrel.