Oh…if only roosters actually waited until dawn to start making noise. None of ours ever did.
I’ve had a lot of pets with no names (and also some without consistant names). Rats, mice, fish, reptiles, cats. I couldn’t be more American.
We had 3 cats when my son got his dog. He named her Kitty, figuring we could call everyone at once!
When I went to live in Poland I got a cat and named it Suki, for no particular reason, I just liked the name. It wasn’t until I got a lot of laughs and funny stares when I called her that I realized that ‘Suki’ means ‘bitch’ in Polish. I never learned that in Polish class!
Come to think of it, it depends on the animal. I’ve had spiders and fish that were never named. I usually don’t name puppies and kittens until i’ve had then for a month or so (my mother was rather psychotic, and would take the animals to the shelter almost randomly.) I had a bird once, we just called it “the bird.”
I had a rat named Skippy the Wonder Dog. I can’t imagine not naming a pet, except for something like fish.
Ah but Hogarth rode through the desrt on a FISH with no name .
Which is so much cooler.
Pretty much anything that won’t come when it is called I don’t name. I had a fish named Oscar, but that was really only because he was a type of fish referred to as Oscar.
My dog was named KC when I got her, but I call her fuzzy butt so often that she comes to that as quickly as KC.
I always wanted to have a dog named Askum.
Then, when someone says, “What’s his name?”, I would reply, “Askum.”
In a similar vein, the dog that lives in a pub I sometimes drink at is called “Deefer”. (Actually, I’m not sure of the spelling, but that’s not really the point…)