We currently have Angus, the world’s coolest Newfoundland. Angus is his call name, his full name is Bacchanal’s Cabernet (yeah, he’s a pedigreed dog).
My German Shepard- Doberman mix was named Taj.
Hubby’s yellow Lab was named Caesar.
The goldfish is named Dorothy (the same name as Elmo’s fish).
We were going to name our cat Chicken, but the kids chickened out. So his name is Plunkette.
My dawg is Shiva the Destroyer. She’s an Ozzie Shep/Bluetick Heeler mutt.
She’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen and she will love the skin right off of you. However, do not leave her alone with a garbage can. Or food within reach. Or food not within reach. Or soap. Or makeup. Or anything that might possibly smell/taste/look interesting or yummy.
Good dawg.
I have two cats that currently live with me and they are my babies!!
Kru
Pierce
I am trying to talk my boyfriend into letting me take Mr Wiggles who is living at my parents farm, but so far it isnt working. He is so CUTE!!! He is really small and I am afraid something might get him at the farm like a fox or something. 
My kitty is named “Z”. When I adopted her, her name was “Zima” - but I wasn’t really into having a cat named after an alcoholic beverage, so I just shortened it a syllable.
Past cats I have known:
Miss Dinah Prunella (aka “Prune”)
Filthy J. MacNasty (aka “Mac”)
Murphy
Gabby
Mr. Skunk
Tallapoosa
Bud Tinklepaw
Gracie
Furrnando
Weldon
Damya
Past dog:
Mystic Gypsy’s Jessamine (aka “Jasmine”). a black standard poodle
I have a dog named Honey. We got her at an animal shelter when we first moved to Virginia, and that’s the name I automatically started calling her. It seems appropraitely Southern.
I had a cat (who died this past summer) named Soha, which is an Arabic name that my family decided upon.
I have 5 cats total.
My husband’s cat is called Cadillac- he says that that is the only name that he picked that the cat liked. (I think he should spell it ‘Catillac’, but it’s his cat). He’s a very laid back guy, and talks a lot. He’s a big fluffy brown tabby with white markings, and he has the tuftiest feet I’ve ever seen on a long-haired cat!
From oldest to youngest, mine are:
Grumpy Old Lady (she had another name but this is pretty much all that we call her these days!) is a 16 year old tortoiseshell (short-haired) that I got from a rescue organization when she was 6 weeks old. She mostly spends her time sleeping, although she has gotten more active recently which is strange. Other nicknames include The Grumpus and GrumpyBumpy (because she has a couple of small fatty tumors). She really is a Grumpy Old Lady, although that has been her personality for about the past 8 years!
Next is Pippa, a long-haired black and white cat that I got from a friend whose cat had had a litter of kittens. She is the “typical” cat, very snobby, thinks she’s the “Queen of Everything”, only wants to be pet when she wants it. She does have unusual markings in that she has a white triangle on her forehead and a small black “beauty mark” on her face right next to her mouth. If she were a nicer cat, I would have shown her at cat shows but she really doesn’t like being picked up by strangers. I attribute her bitchiness to not being socialized when she was small (the litter apparently spent the first couple months in a bedroom, I don’t know how much human contact they got).
Then there’s Twinkle, my “baby”. I worked for a vet for several years, and someone brought in a little tiny kitten that they had found. She was just two weeks old, and very thin. I said I would take her and raise her until she was old enough to be adopted out, and I SWEAR it was not my intention to keep her! (none of my friends believe that) Before I decided to keep her I used to call her things like PeeWee, Kitten, Boo-Boo Head, Squeaky Monkey Face (she did look kinda like a miniature Ewok when she was tiny) and My Little Poop Factory. She’s a short-hair, also tortie-colored.
Because she ws so small, I kept her in a carrier at first, and I didn’t want to expose my other cats to her in case she had Feline Leukemia or anything. I fed her with a bottle, wiped her butt, taught her how to eat solid food, and took her everywhere with me- I used to visit with a group of friends weekly and they all would hold her and play with her. It got to the point where I would open up the carrier and she would see me and start purring, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with her!
Today she is 5 years old, and one of the nicest, friendliest cats you could ever meet, I think because I made sure she was well-socialized. She loves it when I sing, because when she was small I would hold her on my chest after I fed her and sing or hum to her. I named her Twinkle because at the time, she was the “star in my sky”.
Last but not least there’s Olli, who is 4 years old, a little black and white guy. A woman found him in the road when he was about 6 weeks old, he’d been hit by a car, she brought him in to the vet where I worked. She said she would take him if he survived. He back legs were broken and he was basically paralyzed from the waist down. We kept him there for a couple months while his legs healed- and they finally healed up completely, he only has a little bit of nerve damage in his tail that makes it a little crooked in 2 places.
He is about the size of a six-month old cat, it’s like all his energy went into healing his broken legs instead of growing. He’s kindof a spaz, because he wasn’t well socialized- we did touch him and all when we were cleaning him up and whatnot, but it wasn’t like we could play with and cuddle him while his legs were broken.
My co-workers suggested that I take him, as I had lost a cat the year before, and the woman who brought him in stopped returning our phone calls. So I brought him home, and decided to call him Olli. At the time I was feeding him a special canned food to “bulk him up”, and he figured out that I kept the good stuff in the fridge. Therefore, every time I opened the fridge he would run into the kitchen and then sit by the fridge and cry like, “Aren’t you going to give me some food too?” It reminded me of “Please sir, can I have some more” from Oliver Twist, hence the name Olli.
I also had a cat named Nimue that I adopted from a rescue organization. She was a soft brown tabby and one of the nicest cats I have ever met despite growing up on the streets. She used to follow me around like a dog, and she loved hanging out with me in the bathroom while I got ready for work in the morning. She was a very talkative cat too, always greeted me in the morning, chatted with me while she was following me around. At a party I had once, she sat on the sofa between 2 of my friends and they fed her little bits of food and she “chatted” with them! She and Twinkle became buddies, and Nimue was very patient with the spazzy little kitten that Twinkle was for a while.
Then I came home from work one day and found Nimue dead on the sofa. My boss did an autopsy and sent organ samples to the lab we used. It turns out that she had a bad heart, CardioMyopathy, and basically died of a heart attack. She had no symptoms of any heart problems at all. She was only six years old. I was devastated because I’d never had to deal with the death of a pet before. And Twinkle grieved too- it was like she stopped being a kitten, she wasn’t interested in playing anymore and acted depressed- I’d find her curled up behind the sofa and such. So I’d pick her up and hold her, and I think that bonded us together too.
Sorry my post ws so long! I have lots of interesting stories about my cats and I could go on for hours and hours…but I’ll let others have a turn now.
Nymysys, if you have them, I must see pictures! Your Shiva sounds just like my Katie! Apologies; I have no digital pictures of Katie, but I will soon (I’m getting a digital camera in the next week or so).
At the moment, I have two babies, Joe and Roxy, both Golden Retrievers. Joe is two and a half and we’ve had him since he was a puppy. He’s a big boofy boy but very handsome. He’s a little bit naughty sometimes (ok, so he’s a lot naughty quite a lot of the time!) but he’s also affectionate and beautiful. Roxy is three and a half, and we got her almost a year ago now, when the breeder decided that she would be better off in a family getting lots of love and attention. She is little and pretty, and the snuggliest dog you ever saw. She will sit at your feet for hours, and purrs like a cat when you cuddle her. I love them both madly, and miss them terribly ever since I moved out of home… my parents don’t know it, but they are the main reason I go home to visit so often!
In the past, we’ve had cats (Sam, Quentin, Twinkle), two ill-fated springer spaniels (Zoe and Candy, Zoe had a problem with her eyes and had to go back to the breeders because she needed lots of vet care; Candy jumped over the fence when we’d had her only a week, and was hit by a car ), an exceedingly fat cocker spaniel called Josh, and a plethora of goldfish, most of which were named Balloon and Streamer by yours truly (hey, I was only 9!)