Two of my cats started out with regular names but they just didn’t stick. The oldest cat had been around the block a few times and had gone through a few different names so it got to the point where people were just calling her Orange Cat (as in “how’s that Orange Cat?”). When the middle cat came along, my downstairs neighbor could barely speak English but he loved her and would talk to her in the window calling her Baby Cat. (She loved him back–he was a sushi chef–every cat’s dream man.) Of course it stuck. My third cat was abandoned and so I took her in thinking that I would find her a home. Anyway, as these things go, she loved me so much for taking care of her that I couldn’t give her up but I also couldn’t give her just a regular name so she is Tiny Cat. What is really cute though is that I have a neighbor who is 10 or 11 years old and she just calls them Orange, Baby and Tiny as if Cat is their last name.
At the moment we’ve got to cats brother and sister. The male is called Tyke, Twinkle-Toes(Mother’s nickname after seeing him run outside), Lazy bugger, and good boy after catching a mouse or rabbit.
He has the strangest sleeping habits of any cat I have know. He sleeps in the bathroom sink. In the middle of the night you can go into the bathroom and see this black furry thing sleeping peacefully.
He also likes to go ‘splat’. It’s the only way to describe it. He lays on the floor chin flat to the floor as if he’s got no strength to hold it up with front paws out either side. He also does it on the back of the sofa with the front legs hanging over the edge like he fell there and didn’t land on his feet.
His sister Polgara, Scaredy-cat, Pol, nervous Pol and dribbler(She has this annoying habit of being so happy that she drools then she’ll shake her head and the drips off it. They go everywhere. Not the nicest thing when you’re sleeping).
She is the exact personality opposite of Tyke(who seems stoned on pot all the time). She’ll run at the slightest noise which includes people walking down stairs, doorbell or the vacuum cleaner.
It’s very weird that they are bro and sis. Tyke will not sit on your lap but you can pick him up. Pol will jump at the first opportunity to get out of your arms but will willing fall asleep and expose her belly at you.
We have a “fixed” poodle named Princess. Since she has never been romantically involved, I often call her “Princeless”. She has occasionally been called “Poop doggie dog”.
Our late cat, Dinah, was nicknamed “Kitty Underfoot”.
Our new Shih-Tzu (sp?) is called “Fortune Cookie Fangmuffin, the fierce fuzzball”. Usually we just call him Cookie. When you hold him up to your face and say, “What a cute little puppy”, he earns his other nickname, “Nosebiter”.
My roomate couldn’t decide on an a name for her cat,
and spend quite I while refering to it as “To Be Announced”
Finally, she settled on TBA for good. (TiBA.)
We had a Miniature Schnauzer, and god I loved that dog. We named her “Trampy” (you figure it out).
This made for hours of enjoyment with name-calling such as:
“Trampy, you slut, get away from that dog” or
“Trampy, you German Prostitute, go inside” (said in a loveable sicking voice)
I have a cat named Simms, and that has a billion variants. Mainly Sim-a-wim if I am being silly, Simmers if she has ben naughty ("Aw simmers!), and plain old Sim most of the time. My other cat is an all black one named Midnight. I just call her Middy since it’s shorter and slightly more creative than Midnight.
OK, I can’t resist. We have 2 kitties. Sampson and Delilah. Sister and brother siamese halfbreeds. About a couple of months after they entered my life they aquired extended names. Sampson Banana Butt and Delilah Bingo Butt. I have no idea where these came from. You should hear what we call our 10 month old son, Leif, pronounced Lafe. He’s the Leif-butt-baby, skin turkey, stinkbaby, etc.
One of our best friends has a cat CuTLuS. Cat That’s Leaving Soon. His girlfriend picks up strays every chance she gets. Two years later and $1800 in medical expences (he got hit by a car) Cutlus is still a part of the family.
I have a new kitten-a seal point Siamese.
When I first brought her home, I couldn’t think of a name for her. I was talking to my friend and he suggested Lil Spike Kitty, after one of my favorite wrestlers. I liked it, more importantly SHE liked it, and it stuck.
I find myself calling her “My itty bitty Lil Spike Kitty.” I’m not proud of that. 
I also call her “PonyCat.” She likes to play with my hair when I have it in a ponytail.
My cats name is Charlie he’s grey with very long hair and long fangs.
Chuck, Chuckie, Charles, Charles Nelson, Charlie Tuna, Tuna Boy, Chucklete, Chuckers, Chuckles, Fluffy Lump, Fluffa Lump, Silly Kitty, Fang Boy, Angel Baby, Snooks, and Sugar Lump.
I love my kitty.
When I read the Threadspotting promo, I thought this was about cutsie names for your sweetie! Maybe I should start that thread…
Patty
Mnementh confesses,
I believe we were probably separated at birth.
I have two cats, to which I occasionally announce their activities. “He meeps and squeeps and runs in circles” (for The Boy) and “Oh, prissy butt, what is it you’re too good for now?” (my eldest, Queen of the House)
Also, having an odd predilection for the comic Hothead Paisan, I occasionally recite “Son! My son! Son, son, sonny boy! He, he, him, he! I have a son, a son! I’m so proud of him I could just pee my panties!” to The Boy, and then turn to Kopuss and say “You’re my daughter, but I can’t remember your name.”
Not that I’m a sexist pig about my cats, really, but one is definitely a Mama’s Boy and one is definitely Much Too Dignified For That.
Corr
I call one of my cats “ASS CAT”, because of his annoying habit of sticking his ass in my face when I’m in bed.
His real name is Ringo, sometimes referred to as the “Ball-less wonder”
My other is Karma. She get’s variuos regal titals, such as “Princess, Her majesty, Big snooty snot cat”
Oh, my deity(ies)! First, the late, great, neurotic Nick used to get serenaded with the following, to the tune of the theme song from “Robin Hood” (Monty Python fans should think about lupins). . .
Nicky-poo
Nicky-poo
Running through the house
Nicky-poo
Nicky-poo
Chasing down a mouse
It bounces off the wall,
He knocks it down the hall,
He’s Nicky-poo,
Nicky-poo,
Nicky-poo
As for the current two, Starlet O’Hairy’s full name is almost enough said; any nicknames are almost superfluous. After all, she is the hairy child Cher and Madonna cannot (quite) yet have with each other. . . . Sassafras is usally known as Sassy, most often when she’s beating the (Revlon, Oil of Olay, Maybelline, Clairol, you pick the brand name) out of Star.
Finally, there’s my dad’s “teacup poodle” – or “rat with a bad home perm”, as the rest of the family calls her. Yes, she is variously known as “The Yapper” (“Help, I’ve fallen, and I can’t give the mail carrier a REALLY BAD headache!”), “Rat Dog”, “the Energizer Rat Dog” (because she acts like someone shoved a few fresh AAA’s up her backside), and “Shish Kebab” (No, we don’t disparage any restaurants serviing a particular culture’s cuisine; instead, we try to reinforce what could happen to the yapping dust-bunny if she gets too annoying,). . .
I don’t know why, but of the recent posts, these elicited a real howl from me.
As to toy dogs:
These are usually referred to interchangably as:
A rat in a dog suit.
Or;
A dog in a rat suit.
One kitten, named Mia.
Also known as: Mia Munchkin, Munchkin, schweetie pie, Mia-ria, Bella, Stinkerbella, Mia-pie, Dammit get out of the sink, Miakins, my wittle Mia princess, Babydoll and honey bunny.
It’s sick. I have another personality around her. What can I say? She’s the most adorable kitten. And I sing to her sometimes too. But y’all don’t want the details, I promise.
Okay.
First we have Noelle, an absolutely gorgeous siamese mix. She hates everyone but me. She is also known as: my beautiful angel of light; my most precious-est angel; Noella Consuela; Noella Vanilla; and Noella So Swella.
I sing to her, “…Let me tell you 'bout the girl I know, she’s been to Paris France and she can really dance…” remember ‘Whirly Girl’ by Oxo? Also the song Oh, sweet pea, c’mon and dance with me… and the Christmas carol, natch.
Then came Leo, my gray tabby boy who follows me every step. He can say Mama. When he is in a room away from me with the door shut and hears me, he says mama. Like this, “muyah-ma! maaa-mwa! maaaaaau-muyah!” So precious.
He is known as: mama’s little love twinkie; Leos Con Dios; LeeLee; Leo Twinkles; Snookle Snoods; Sugar Puddins; LeeLee Snoodums; Spewmonkey and Spewmonkoid (he has a sensitive tummy) Buttwad; Butt Weevil and Dammit. He is often into things. I also sing to him, “…don’t cry for me Argen-flea-na…”
Then there is Vato (vaaaahhh-toe). He was impossible to name. He is all pink and white and silvery gray, and looks quite feminine. So we named him Vato (spanish for dude) and also called him Gato (spanish for cat). He likes to snuggle on his terms and he drags a scarf of mine and my socks all over the place. Sometimes I wake up and they are in the bed with me. He loves to snuggle and purr in bed and will stomp on my boobs finding a comfy spot.
He is also known as: Vato Gato Schmato Tomahto; Sugarpud; little lump of sugar with stripes; mama’s little pink and white baby; Mr. Gato Boots; Snuggle Bunny; Moo Moo; Mother’s Most Marvelous Moo; Moo Man; Love Moo; and Love Twinkles.
I sing to him, “Mama loves Vato, doo doo doo doo doo…” you know, Mama loves mambo… that song…
My babies are on my pages, if you wish to gawk at their fabulosity.
Also, I have a guinea pig, and his official name is Cupid. He is rarely called that. Usually he is Pig. Also called Pig Wig, Footfoot, Kewple, Rumblestrutter, and curse words if he bites.
One day I want to have a well-trained Great Dane and name it Deputy.
I think that you have reached a potentially horrible state of confusion between your pet and a rather highly prized (if somewhat mildly overrated) bit of human anatomy.
Ha! I don’t think so… I think if I called that particular bit of anatomy that name to its owner, I’d likely never see it again! I mean, ‘little’…!
I call him Twinkie because he’s so sweet… Tsk, Zenster, tsk…
I have two cats - Sunshine and Junebug. Sunshine was named because it was at a point in my life where I was calling everybody Sunshine in a really sarcastic tone (“Good morning Sunshine!”). Junebug was named that by the shelter that I got her at - they found her in June.
I also call them -
Baby Cat and Big Girl (although neither one is a baby any more, when I got them Sunshine was a kitten and Junebug was 2)
Cutie Bootie - This is recent, I have no idea where it came from
Sugar Butt - I called my nephew this a few weeks ago, and my sister knows that’s what I call my cats - and she told me not to call him that. Boy, she’s fussy!
Susan
Did I mention that we also called our dog, Bette No R, Pooper Dog? Go figure.
Hey! Hey! Unca Ceese mentioned my joke, sort of, in TODAY’S column! The mysterious serendipity again smiles upon my departed dog! 
Viz:
A similar term is bete noir, which is French for “black beast” and means something disliked or feared.
What a coinkydink. My dog is still hanging around!! What a good Pooper!!!