Another contender! Although I already trip over Pumpkin versus Peanut; half the time the one gets called by the other’s name. I’m one of four children; when I was little I couldn’t understand why my parents would address me using my sister’s or brother’s name. Now I get it.
Hey, as one who took six years and one college semester of Latin, that sounds like a candidate to me!
They all get along surprisingly well, considering they’re all indoor-only – in a 1600-square-foot townhouse with four levels to live in, which does give them a good deal of room to get away from each other. There are spats now and then, of course, but mostly they at least tolerate one another, and the four (now five) youngest are best buddies.
Digit, say TVeblen and SmartAleq? Another good candidate.
Jillyvn, you’re scaring me! Or you would be, if I didn’t already have a couple of giants in the lot – Eddy and Freddy are way off the charts, while their brother Teddy is simply large. The new guy had four siblings – two black and silver mackeral tabby boys, a black and white tuxedo boy, and an all-black tiny sister with double paws. So who knows what genetic stew produced him?
Oh, great, another vote for immense. :eek: Now I am beginning to panic.
I must admit, I’m particularly pleased with how Fred is handling the intruder. He wasn’t so good when Sally moved in, although that might have had something to do with her insistence on moving into his territory.
I am now in the single digits myself due to the loss of my cat named Schrodinger in October to kidney failure. The name never really fit her and she was usually just called Dinger.
I do not intend to replace any of my current cats when they join Schrodinger. Working with animals and saving all the sick kittens gets too tempting but I think I’ve finally learned how to say “No”.
I am sorry to hear you didn’t adopt the black cat, black cats have a harder time getting adopted due to superstitious people but I suppose the extra toes will help her get noticed.
Skeelers, it’s a Dutch word meaning inline skates.
Since he’s got such cute paws, if you’re gonna name him something relating to that, what you should do is find a word in English you like then look that word up in other languages that aren’t common. Like Latvian, or Mayan or Inuit and use that, because you can use that as a conversation starter
Why do I keep hearing the word “didgeridoo” in my head when I read your posts in this thread?
I discovered that “Digit” was a character in the animated movie An American Tail – hey, could be a good… Oh. That character is a cockroach accountant. Somehow, that takes the shine off “Digit” as a name, eh?
Hmmmmm… Yahoo Babel Fish says “paws” in German is “Tatzen”; “paw” singular in Italian is “Zampa”; both have a certain charm to them. “Claw” in Spanish is “garra” and “cat” is “gato” – Garragato? Although the direct translation of “claw cat” is “gato de la garra”. In Portuguese it’s “gato da garra” – I suppose one could mush that all together and get Gatodagarra. “Claw cat” in German is “Greiferkatze”.
One synonym of “digit” (in its numerical sense) is “cipher”, which for some reason sounds good to me.
Still nowhere near ready to make a pick, though; and it wouldn’t surprise me if the final choice is totally out of left field.
The name became familiar to me because that company is a frequently named defendant in lawsuits by asbestos plaintiffs – people who’ve contracted asbestosis or mesothelioma, and are suing the companies whose products exposed them to crocidolite, amosite, chrysotile, and other forms of asbestos. As a proofreader for court reporters, I’ve read untold thousands of pages of testimony in these cases, of plaintiffs and of expert witnesses.
And whenever I read the appearances pages listing the attorneys present and the defendants they represent and come across “Riley Stoker” I smile, because I just plain like the sound of that name. I get echoes of some rough-hewn adventurer who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty with hard work, a merry roughneck, an insouciant mixture of Irish charm and muscular competence.
So, the polls are still open, but one candidate has a clear edge.
I tend to call my Digit extra names such as Didjeridoo and Digimon.
I’m glad she got adopted and good for you for adopting some black kitties. All the local shelters have lots of black cats and it’s hard finding homes for them.
That’s great to hear the rest of the litter got adopted. If not, you would have had to go back and adopt his sister. Thumbkin and Thumbelina would’ve went well with the matching name theme, though.
Nine cats…is there even room for you left on the bed at this point? I’m imagining epic kitty battles over who gets to sleep on Mom’s head each night. I won’t even ask what happens when you break out the dangley feather toy. :eek:
I don’t have anything new to suggest for names. Just wanted to say the pictures (of all your babies) are adorable. I need to get me a kitty.
Not all nine sleep with me, fortunately, and I do have a double bed. The current roster: Pumpkin, Squash and Peanut on my left side, quite often all three in a stretched-out, snugged-together row with hindquarters to me and heads near the bed’s edge. Sally often sleeps in the crook of my knees (I usually sleep on my side, back to the Veggie Trio). The newbie at first wanted to sleep on my face or head; now he curls into the valley between the two pillows. In the morning Squash will often perch on my hip, or snug into my right-facing lap.
Now and then Sophie or Fred will try to settle into my lap area when I first go to bed, but as soon as Sally takes up her usual position she harasses them until they flee. She’s tiny, possessive, and domineering, and she always wins.
The biggest pain is actually getting into bed, as SquaPumPea spend much of their life sleeping on my bed in one happy tangle, and while they do tend to clump over on their side of the bed, one of the buff boys will usually be sacked out right in the center just below the pillows. I have to raise the covers enough to slide in underneath, bear the disgruntled look from the disturbed one, and manage to tug enough blanket and comforter over to my side to keep me covered.
Well, drat and consarn it! “Riley Stoker” just isn’t working after all. I’m back to “Thumb Boy” or no name at all.
Meanwhile, the little guy is happily making friends with all the big guys, as you can see here, where he enjoys a nap in the sunshine with Pumpkin. Those front paws are even more impressive when he stretches them.
But wait! There is another distinctive feature, one I haven’t mentioned before. It’s the mascara line that runs back from his left eye. Here, take a look. Do you see those hooks sweeping up from the line? Take a closer look.
The line on the right side doesn’t have those two top hooks running off it. The left side is quite distinctive, and I’ve never seen anything exactly like it on any other tabby of my acquaintance.
So, for a name: Stitch? Stitches? I hear someone yelling “Scarface!” but jeez, would you really want to stick a name like that on a sweet little guy like this?
Oh, well. Eventually a name will come to me. In the meantime, name or not, I’m still enjoying the heck out of my little thumb-kitty.
