By the way, Baker, thanks for starting this thread. I have totally enjoyed looking at the pictures and reading the stories. Wonderful how many of us have rescued pets. Yay for Dopers!
Before I got my current cats, I decided to start naming them after places I’ve visited and enjoyed. So the male is Paris and the female is Vienna. The next one will be either Amsterdam or Maui or Bryce (after Bryce Canyon).
Waltzing Matilda Blue (Mattie Blue) - a blue merle Australian shepherd with one blue eye and one brown eye. We got her from the humane society and her original name was Ozzie. She’s my darling faithful companion and is snoring on the couch next to me right now. And, yes I took my doper name from her.
Oliver Pippin (Pip) - Our most recent addition. A white and tabby kitty, he was found in a Nebraska bean field by my nephew’s girlfriend’s father. He was in bad shape from a predator attack and would follow Bob (girlfriend’s father) around begging for food, so they named him Oliver. We added the Pippin because he is a little pipsqueak that talks all the time.
Former pets
Coty - orange tabby named by my fashion conscious college roommate after the cosmetic company.
Bandit - my husband’s sheltie/beagle/retriever/german shepherd mix. When she was a puppy, she had cat-burgler mask markings around her eyes. Her full name was Princess Bandit Michelle.
Oliver - white kitty with green eyes. Got him from a friend’s sister’s farm. They named him and it suited, so I didn’t change it.
Jake and Elwood - obviously named after the Blues Brothers. They were shelter kitties originally named Cubby and Puddy. Luckily the new names fit. Elwood was long and lean and fairly quiet. Jake was smaller, somewhat beefy and quite a lover boy.
Neda - A stray puppy I only had for a few hours. Found on the side of our rural road, she was in terrible shape. Eyes swollen shut from infection, skin rash and mange. We rushed her to the vet clinic, but they suspected distemper and we decided it would be more humane to put her down. I dubbed her Neda Ulaby, after the NPR commentator, because I love the way it sounds and I figured this puppy needed a pretty, dignified name to go to the rainbow bridge with.
Clamps. My wife still calls her by the rescue shelter name. We were watching Futurama and the Don-Bot’s henchman Clamps was featured. Same color, same shape, Clamps it is.
One of my cats is named Moishe (Hebrew for Moses) because he was a foundling. The other is Cleo, whose named I pulled out of thin air. I usually don’t call them by their names - I address Cleo as “Bonker” (because she likes to bonk me with her head). I have several named for Moishe, including Mr. Kitty and Water Cat (he’s one of those cats who is fascinated with running water).
I once had a pure white cat named Leucous, and an orange tabby named Reuben. A friend had a black and white cat named Cop Car.
My sister has a cat named the same. She heard this scrap of fur yelling for help from across a busy street stuck down inside a storm drain! Sis has the ears of a bat.
The trio of SuperKitties are all rescues or strays.
Maggie, (Magnolia) named for the state she came from, Turk, for Turks and Caicos Islands where the divemaster and I went on vacation, and finally Widget, the nosiest animal I have ever had. She is in to everything not nailed down or put away. Always checking things out with her head inside something.
If she had opposable thumbs and the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver, I’d fear for my household items.
The most recent cat was named by committee, so she became Little Miss Oreo.
Other living cat found in the bushes as a kitten. She hadn’t developed all her markings yet and got named Panda Bear. She is currently 17 years old and still very demanding.
Two black kittens, one girl, long slender and sleek like an Eastern European princess. She needed an exotic Russian name. The boy was big and solid and very fluffy. They both like to look out the window and plot evil again Squirrel (although I don’t think they’ve ever seen Moose). Therefore, they are Boris and Natasha. Besides, then I get to be Fearless Leader.
The shelter had his name down as Buddy, but he wouldn’t answer to it, and we’d just been to a Mojo Nixon concert, so…Mojo it was! He was really more Mr. Kat’s dog, or maybe it would be more accurate to say that Mr. Kat was his boy. He crossed the Bridge in 2008 and we really miss him. He was a Corgi/Beagle (and I’m convinced some Basset) mix.
The shelter had his name down as Puppy which we thought was asinine for a 2-3 year-old dog, so he became Binkley after Bloom County’s Michael Binkley. We figured a shelter dog was bound to have an anxiety closet like the character, but Binks was remarkably well-adjusted, if not terribly bright. We lost him just after this past Thanksgiving. He was a Corgi/hound mix.
Penny was already chipped and licensed as Penny, so it stuck. She’s the princess of the house!
Cody also came to us chipped and licensed as Cody, so we kept it though we’re not terribly fond of it. It probably says nothing good about us that he also answers to Dudley (Dursley), (Prince) Joffrey, and (Eric) Cartman. But they fit…
Mr Boots was a mostly black cat with white paws. Josephine was a calico (think Joseph and his coat of many colours). Noel, an Alsatian, was a Xmas present to my mother. Sextus was the sixth cat my wife and I owned after we got married.
Not telling you the name of my pet. Merely observing that the name of your first pet should have at least 8 characters, including a mix of upper-case letters, lower-case letters, numbers and special characters…