One of our cats is named Spot. For short, we all call him ‘Pot’.
One day, nearing local election time, I was wandering around the house, calling for Spot, only I was using his nickname ‘Pot,’ instead.
As I wandered by the front door, which was open at the time, there I was…“Where’s my Pot?” “Has anyone seen my Pot?” “I want my Pot!” There came a knock at the door…Lo and behold, it was the County Sheriff, out campaining for votes. Yeeee… He heard me, too.
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Isn’t that funny - I was thinking about starting a thread with this very same topic, just the other day!
Princess is The Big Girl, Big Good Girl, P, Big P, 'Cessy, Fat-arse, Nicklenips, Wide-Load, and Daddy’s Little Girl. (We thought The Big Fella was big, but she outweighs him by about two pounds!)
Goldie is Goldielocks, Goldieloxahatchee, Loxie and Goldie-Girl.
Baby is The Big Fella, My Big Boy, Digger, Fireman and Pamela (he digs in our potted plants, splashes water out of his dish, and squeaks like a little girl).
Jealousy is Jelly, Jellybean, Beanie, Beanie Baby, The Little Boy, and You Ugly Little Ape (“Don’t call him that! He doesn’t look like an ape!” <-- my wife).
Collectively, they’re known as Our Furkids or The Jumping Rats.
Bree (cat- in my apartment) is known as Breester (Sometimes Punky Breester), Bubba (as in “a bubba-ba Bree Bree Bree” if you’ve ever seen the Molson Canadian Bubba Beer commercial!), Gorgeous, Monster or Fuzzbucket. Other random names come and go depending on context, but those are the most common ones. I think I call her Bubba most often.
Midnight (cat - parent’s place) doesn’t really have any nicknames. She’s the top of the heirarchy, and I think she’d destroy us all if we didn’t give her full respect.
Levis (cat - parent’s place) is most often called (the) Lili, or “The Stupid Cat”. She has trouble with basic things like eating and jumping onto relatively low surfaces. She’s kind of bottom heavy and has no traction whatsoever. She doesn’t meow, she screams. Odd creature. She’s at the bottom of the heirarchy, below Midnight, Sully, Bree (who is only there a few weeks a year), the couches, the food bowl and the pet hair fuzz that collects in corners.
Sully (dog - parent’s place) is often called “Sully-butt”. Don’t know why, just something my sister started. Also Silly Sully, Sissy, and The Shit-Disturber. Occasionally we call him Peekaboo, but that’s really only when his full sister (my cousin’s dog) is around and we can’t tell them apart
Sam was nicknamed Ninja-Cat because of his occasional ability to disappear when you think he’s right next to you. Also referred to as “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” and “AAAGHYOUFREAKINGCAT!”
Cookie, our orange cat, became Hoolius. I’m not really sure why. I think it’s because my best friend once referred to her as “Orange Julius”. On second thought, maybe it should be spelled Hulius. We also call her Nater, as in Cookie-nater.
Dixie, the dog, is sometimes referred to as Dixie Normous.
And my betta fish, Bocephus, is Boceephy. Horribly unoriginal, I know. I never claimed to be smart.
My mom recently moved in with me, bringing her two cats. I don’t know them very well yet, but I’ve dubbed one of them The Fly because it has large bulging eyes and a tiny head, giving it an insectile appearance. Not much of a nickname, but it does have a theme song:
[R.Kelly]
I believe you’re a fly
I can see you have big bug eyes
I hear you buzzing just a little bit
See you hanging 'round that pile of shit
I believe you’re a fly
Gizmo - Speed bump or road kill
Nemo - Bitch
April - Appy
Cassie Girl - Brown Dog
Queenie - Dot to Dot
Igor - Lil’ Dude
Jazzie - Pretty Girl
Button - Button Button who’s got the Button
Runt Runt - Bitch II
Julius Caesar - My fuzzy guy
Pooh and Poe - The Birds
Khan is most often called Khannie, Handsome, Green Eyes, Choo-Choo Bear (when he lays on the arm of the couch a certain way), and Mushroomhead. As a kitten, he was more than willing to answer to Stupid Little Fucker. He’s unusual to me in that he’s the only cat I’ve ever had that actually knows his name. It’s not my tone of voice, it’s not that I’m looking at him, I can say his name and he’ll come in from another room, whether I was talking to him or about him. He’s also, naturally, afraid of William Shatner.
Sirius is also called Little Man, Big Fatty, Buddha Belly, Fattest. Cat. Ever., and The Architect of my Future Demise. (He’s trying to kill me by laying down at the top of the stairs in the dark and hoping I trip over him. Or scratch his belly, I’m never sure.)
We have a pug named Jasmine. But, we call her just plain “Pug”, usually. Although we do have other names, including “the Jazmanian Devil” and “floppy-eared mudbeast” (when she’s been outside and gotten herself messy).