Ursala is Sula Bear Jane or SBJ for short. My horse Ariel is Miss A or Woobies.
All cats:
Mia was Mia-mine
Rocky was many things: Rockstar, Rocky Roccoco Catsa-amore, Captain America, Handsome Hero, and So Beta I Ought to Call You Gamma
Pitch Black was Pitch-a-doo, my Baby-Boo (Courtesy of a housemate)
Mercedes is “Baby Girl” and “My Queen” and you better believe she is.
Helmut was often called Rocky because he looked and acted so much like my Rocky. He has now become part of another loving family because he needed outdoor space that I couldn’t give him (I miss the love-bug).
Lon Chaney, Jr. has earned Boo-Berry and Handsome Hairy for obvious reasons (he’s black and he sheds like crazy but he is my current boo.)
Stripey became Gripey.
Derzu Ursala was Dizzy Bear.
Petrushka was Crazy Monkey.
Nastasha Nogoodnick was Stash.
Friendly was just plain Friendly.
Mama Fuck-Fuck was Mama.
Bagheera was Bag-head.
Figueroa was Figgy.
Johnnie is universally referred to here as “the cat”
…which is a big improvement over his proposed nickname of “Asshole” for swatting the aging dog that preceded him for no reason.
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Have had cats most of my life, my current owner is Tiny Apex Predator, Bunni for short - we got that from the scene in Stargate [film] where the old guy who has been given a candy bar says something that sounds like ‘bunniway’ which probably meant something like ‘delicious’ in stargate ancient egyptian. Hence, Bunni or BunniWay =)
Samantha is Sweet-Sweet.
Tabitha is Tabby or Tiny Tabs.
Diarmuid is Little Ass.
Durwood is Buddy or Old Man.
Once had a cat who was just cool - he used to amble everywhere.
So the kids called him ‘Aams’ - pronounced (in a descending tone) ‘Aaaaaaaams!’.
All my cats are babies. My current purr provider is named Jasper. But when I pick him up and give him cuddles and kisses and lovvies, I call him “My Baby Boy,” or " My Baby Boy Kittycat."
And yes, I do talk baby talk to cats. Who doesn’t?
~VOW
Logan is Bug (for forgotten reasons), unless he’s in trouble. Then it’s Logan T. Jackson - “T” standing for trouble.
I will admit that my Fiona (aka “Fionabear,” mentioned above) does occasionally get a middle initial when she does something bad.
Years ago, when I was still married, Fiona did something bad. “Fiona Q. Bear!” my wife exclaimed. Fiona was properly chagrined, and I asked my wife, “‘Fiona Q. Bear’? What does the Q stand for?”
She calmly replied, “Qute.”
I forgot Tabitha’s other nickname, which I called her not two seconds after posting this: Baby Lady. She’s a little cat so she gets extra nicknames for being cute.
Dignified name,
Miss Lilly Bell
Nickname.
Miss Lilly.
Dignified,
Oscar the Grouch
Nickname
A** Hole
Dignified
Mr Simpson
Nickname
O.J…
Don’t ask. lol it involves a black glove.
O’ and Mr.T. short for TROUBLE
He could whip any dog, anytime, anywhere!
The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey–
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter–
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover–
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
*
Terry Pratchett
It’s an interesting fact that fewer than 17% of Real Cats end their lives with the same name they started with. Much family effort goes into selecting one at the start (“She looks like a Winnifred to me”), and as the years roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag.
I had an all black cat for many years. I named him Crow but often called him Crowbar. It fit his personality, he was a one kitty wrecking crew.
Gus = Gooses
His High Holiness Lord Pope Chesterfield VII = Chester