I’ve been catching myself calling him Sweaty lately. Heh.
Anyway, here are some more pictures!
All of our cats have had normal names, except perhaps for G.C. We didn’t want to name her Smokey, because every grey cat is named Smokey, so we call her G.C. for “Grey Cat.”
Our hermit crabs, however, had interesting names:
Elvis, because the way he moved reminded us of Elvis’s pelvis-shaking dancing.
Crabapple, because crabapples have a general sour/bitter tang to them and because every time we picked him up, he pinched us.
Finally Dopey, who we thought was stupid because he rarely ever moved and yet wasn’t quite dead. We probably buried him alive.
Your cat and your son are adorable.
I failed to mention the pair of rabbits we once had: my dad named them Hopalong and Cassidy.
Hi Opal: Does your son know about the Captain Underpants books? In The Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants, the evil professor forces everyone to change their normal names into silly names. This is accomplished with three sets of 26 silly words corresponding to the letters of the alphabet. You slect your three silly names based on your initials. Mine was, I believe, “Lumpy Bubble Squirt.” It sounds like your son might enjoy this one.
Hey all,
Well, I have two cats, named Curious and Pomo Bob. My mother wanted to name them Robert and Roberta, but as children we flatly refused. It took a while to convince Mom that we, as six year olds, knew more about naming cats then she did. She eventually comprimised by naming Pomo Bob. She felt that Bob was an acceptable nickname. Anyway, we kids named Curious. She also had two siblings who we named Lazy, and ClawBite, but they were given away. We tried to name them based on their personalities. We now call Pomo Bob, Pob. We call Curious, Cari. We also have a scottie, name Angus of Argonne (another one of my mothers creations) but we call him Gus, or Gopolie. Don’t ask me where that second name came from, because I don’t know.
Great name! And as he gets into the feline equivalent of the ‘terrible twos’ Tornado will seem strangely prophetic.
My little sweet rescue ‘Xena’ started out being named Tarzan. Orphaned in the wild, raised by another species. The vet tech who cared for her in her first dehydrated week named her Spartacus. Turned out the little spots they used to ID Xena were in fact pigment, not balls, and not wanting a girl cat named Tarzan, we named her Xena. Her vet file now reads Tarxena Sparticus. At nine months now mostly I just call her CAT!! as in ‘GET down off the curtains’.
I need to clean my contacts…when I first read that, I swore your cat’s name was Porno Bob. I might have to keep that one in mind for my next cat…it has a nice ring to it.
I used to have an extremely spazzy pomeranian named Tricki Woo, after a dog in James Herriot’s stories, naturally. Damn I miss that dog.
I’m the official cat-namer in my family, the names I choose just seem to fit. The last four I’ve named were Simon, Elton, Roland, and Reginald. Simon and Elton were both presumed to be female as kittens, and were first named Circe and Akasha, respectively.
I used to have a ferret named Viola.
I’ve had parakeets named Crunchy, Victoria, and Barnabus, and I had a cockatiel named Buzzard.
My mom has a chihuahua named Chichi (I absolutely despise that dog). She has a good friend, Ron, whose wife, Mary, is Mexican. They were over at my parents’ house for a party, and Mary commented on the adorable dog and asked his name. When I told her she nearly fell off the couch laughing. Turns out, chichis is a slang term for breasts. Therefore, I have taken to calling the dog Tit. “Here, Tit, c’mere Tit…”
in a word, AAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
gotta say I was rather unimaginative when I was 11 and named our new kitten Tiger. During the next round our Cats named themselves Cymba and Mym.
It always amazes me when this happens. With my cat curious, the vet tech at first tried to tell us that she was a
boy because she is an orange tiger kttiy and the vet tech though that those could only be boys. It took us a while to convince the tech that when we got her fixed she was less a uterus. Either she was definately a girl, or the vet made a HUGE mistake. I don’t understand how one could think that when boy kittens (pre-fixed) have very obvious indicators. How could you miss it. Even if you got the pet from the pund or something, it would be assumed that the person who got the animal fixed would know.
Cute cat! Is that a Golden Retriever? I love those dogs! If I ever get a house, I’m definately getting one.
My cat ,Frankenstien (usualy just called Franky), is named after Lister’s cat in Red Dwarf. Later on I realized it fits in another way seeing as how she looks like she was made from spare parts. (She’s a calico)
Sasquatch! said:
No, Satan is engaged to Drain Bead. Opal’s husband is Undead Dude. Get it straight.
Cute kitty cat and exceptionally beautiful son, Opal.
My own cat, Fido, sends her regards. (we adopted her, and she came with the name, it wasn’t my idea, I swear)
First, a little background, then (I think) a funny story.
One of my best friends, Beth, has two daughters. Beth’s parents had a “change-of-life” baby, 15 years younger than Beth. A boy.
So when Todd was about 14, Beth and family got a kitten, and told the girls (2 and 4 at the time) that they could name the kitten. Guess what they came up with?
Right. Pussy.
So the next time that Todd (14, full of raging hormones and embarrassed about it) came over, oldest daughter came into the room holding the kitten. She rushes over to “Uncle” Todd, and asks…“Would you like to see my pussy?”
Poor Todd turned fifteen shades of red, and all adults present had to stifle themselves so as not to humiliate either young girl, Todd, or kitten. I happened to be present at the time, and almost got a hernia. Suppressing hysterical laughter is NOT good for your internal organs!
Scotti
LMAO!!! I am still laughing. Just thinking about someone going outside chanting “Batman! Batman, where are you!?”
Maybe I should get a pet and name it Jesus. So I can say “I found Jesus!” or something.
As for me…well, we have 2 cats. One is named Star (I think my brother named it. I don’t remember, I was 4 at the time) and the other I got to name, and I named him Twinkle. Why Twinkle? I don’t know, I was 7. But for some reason, it didn’t occur to me until much later that their names are both in the title of the song “Twinkle twinkle little star.” I just though “Twinkle” was a cool name for a cat.
Of course, nowadays, I call them both “kitty” or “cat.” It’s just easier.
BTW, cute cat.
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yes, Sparky is a golden retriever
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yes, shouting “Batman” outside is silly, but not nearly as bad as when a childhood friend of mine would go roaming the neighborhood looking for her escaped dog, Black Satan.
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Nicky has officially renamed the cat “Mr. Tornado Sweaty Cool Guy”
I wish our cats had more imaginative names. We have Fred, who looks just like Mr. Tornado Sweaty Guy (except Fred has a patch of white on his chest and a blue collar), and then there’s Wilma. We were driving home from the pound with her and I said, “How about we name her Wilma? Get it? Fred and Wilma? (snicker)” I meant it as a joke but my mom loved it and Wilma she became. Then there’s Hawkeye, named after the Iowa Hawkeyes. He’s the only one not neutered (Fred is, and the two girl cats are spayed) so he gets it into his head to try to have a good time with the last cat, Ramona, and she has no idea what’s going on because she’s spayed and pretty stupid anyways. We start calling him “Humpy Hawkeye” now. Then the last one is Ramona, who was named after Ramona Quimby in the Beverly Cleary books that I loved as a child.
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Hey Lola
It could be worse, I would take Zac to the dog park and when I wouldn’t come when I called, I had to yell, PROZAC! Get over here!"