Your pets' names

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Currently, 2 cats. First cat named “Arkady” because at the time, I wanted a Russian Blue. I couldn’t afford one, so I got an orange tabby kitten from the pound and gave him a good Russian name. Nobody calls him Arkady, though, except the secretaries at the vet, and they mispronounce it horribly. We all call him Ardy, or Ardy-cat.

Second cat is named Theadora, but we call her Teddy. We found her sitting on the kitchen counter like a princess one morning after she crawled in through the dog door. At first, I thought she was a neighbor’s cat, but if she is she’s given up on that particular home. She came and went for a while, and when it got cold she came and stayed. After a few months, I decided I needed a better name for her than “Princess” and since I really like her (she’s a very pretty grey domestic long hair with blue eyes, very cuddly), and was happy she showed up, I decided to name her Theadora, which translates to “Gift from God.”

I also used to have a dog named Mushka. My ex named her after a picture of some dogs pulling a dogsled (ie, MUSH MUSH!!) He thought we should give it a Russian twist since we had Arkady already, therefore Mushka. She had a ton of nicknames - Shushka, after a friend’s son’s mispronounciation of her name, Shusher, mush-for-brains, etc. Very nice dog, until my ex took her camping and let her out into a busy road. Grrrrrr…

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Well I have 1 1/2 & 1/2 cats (which really doesn’t add up to 2, because there are 3 of them).

One of my 1/2 cats is Rusty. No, he’s not half a cat. He’s just not really mine – but he thinks he is. He belongs to a neighbor who lets him run around outside. He’s taken to me, and figured out that all he has to do is hop up on my porch railing and knock (or in many cases BANG) on my window to get me to let him in and pay attention to him (it’s really an hilarious sight). His nicknames, to which he responds, are Rusters, Rustoleum, Rusteroni, Rustbunny, and Bunneroni.

My other 1/2 cat is a stray that both my upstairs neighbor (not Rusty’s owner) and I are taking care of. He’s white with big, black spots. My neighbor calls him Patches and I call him either Patches or Manchas (Spanish for spots). He doesn’t answer to either one of them. He doesn’t even answer to “here kitty, kitty.” But he’s sweet and loving and seems perfectly happy to hang out with us, even without a name.

My cat was a gift from my sisters on my 23rd birthday. The night they brought her over to me, we were going out to dinner. When we left, she tried desperately to follow me out the door, and cried and cried. She cried so loudly that we could hear her high pitched mews from outside the building.

In the car on the way to dinner we all discussed what to name her. Growing up, we’d had a purebred (runt of the litter though) dachshund named Tiger VonRegit (Regit being Tiger spelled backwards). One of my sisters jokingly said we should name her Mew because of the obnoxious wailing sound she was making, and then as a way to name her after Tiger, call her Mew VonWem.

But I wasn’t satisfied that the name Mew really was dignified enough for her, and wanted to give her a more regal name. So I decided to give her the “middle” name Ubasti. For those who don’t know, Ubasti (sometimes also referred to as Bast), was the Goddess of cats in ancient Egypt. She’s said to have been, at various different times, the Goddess of physical pleasures, the Goddess of bountiful positive energy, and the Goddess of music, dance, and the arts. She is also the Goddess of the rising sun, the Goddess of enlightenment, the Goddess of truth, the Goddess of lesbians, the Goddess of civilization, bounty, and plenty, and the Goddess of the household and protector of the home. Bast is also the enlightened Maiden of the Triple Goddess, Goddess of creation, and the Goddess of sex, fertility, and birth. I thought that was quite a fitting name for my little fur-baby!

Her nicknames are Mewskerdoodles, Mewkitty, Mewbaby, Mew Pew (my sister calls her that), Punkin’ & Punkin’ kitty. I only call her by her full name when I really want her attention, as in, “Mew Ubasti VonWem – Get DOWN from there!” She listens, too!

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” - Anne Frank

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2 cats, Spooky and Sir William.

The Coyote gnaws …
but he does not swallow.

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A Dog. Eightball. Who also answers to BooBoo.

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Gr8kat, my first cat was named Squeaky…you brought back so many memories! Even though she’s been dead almost 20 years now, I still sometimes have dreams about her. She had a wonderful personality despite having been hit by a car as a kitten and brain damaged. ::sniff:: I miss her still.

My current kitties are Jasmin, tabby DSH (named for her little jasmine-flower feet), and Sophie, tuxedo DSH (named for no good reason except that I like the name). I call both the cats my bibis…or puddies, or puds.

Jasmin is my Bean-Toe Girl, because of her little black bean toes. Sophie’s nickname is Little Boo, because she’s such a small cat. Between them they’ve had many more nicknames, but I can’t even think of them all now. My nickname is Kitty Mama.

They have a whole section of the Photo Gallery on my site dedicated to them. They are easily among the most spoiled animals in the universe.

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We have 8 dogs right now (mom’s a breeder).
Merlin (5) (Merl, Fuzz, Merry)
Breton (6) (Bret, Slink)
Dancer (2) (Pissboy, Dan)
Valen (2) (YourLordship)
Geo (3) (Geometrododo)
McDuff (9) (Duffer, Duffenschmutt)
Sophie (4) ('phie, Soff)
Coda (1) (AAAAAARGH!)

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The tunes to my pets’ songs aren’t original; Rye Kitty comes from “Rye Whiskey,” and Jimmy-poo comes from (eep) South Park.

Mr. Hanky, the Christmas poo,
He loves me and I love you…

We’re not fans of the show, and talking fecal matter makes me want to puke, but that was a pretty catchy tune and it played in promos forever on Comedy Central.

I forgot Squeaky’s other nickname: Sweet Baby. Hubby was very pissed when he found out Squeaky was Sweet Baby #1 and he was Sweet Baby #2. I tried to tell him it was just because I’d known Squeaky longer, but he didn’t buy it :wink:

My dog Daisy had tons of nicknames; Dizzy, Dispy, Dispy-doodle, Daisy Mayhem, Puppy, Who-foot (because her little paws were reminiscent of the feet of the Whos down in Who-ville), Butt Nugget, and Stupid or Stupe. The last three came from my sister. Who-foot I could agree with, but the other 2 were a rather unnecessary, I thought.

“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy

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I have two cats, Lucifer and Sooty.

Lucifer is a pure white fat cat.
Soot is almost pure black, except for one white hair right between his shoulder blades.

Sooty is a whiny cat who gets jealous if Lucifer is getting any kind of attention.

Lucifer is quite content to sleep almost anytime he is not eating.

Find my shape by the moonlight, why my thoughts aren’t so clear.

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We have had cats named JoJo, Sugar (2), Felix (2), Tomas, Archie, Sheba (male), etc. Tomas and Felix I were two of JoJo’s kittens. :slight_smile:
I used to live in Hermosa Beach, CA. I once helped a family catch their cat, which had run across the street. When I brought him back to the family I asked the cat’s name. They said they had a dog named Rusty, so when they got a cat they named him Corroded. :smiley:

“If you drive an automobile, please drive carefully–because I walk in my sleep.”–Victor Borge

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One Cocker-Spaniel, named Marang. (not the pastry. the Setswana word for “sunshine”.)
Two humans, named Ryan and Mike. (Whats that? you say that roommates don’t count? oh well…)

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My wonderful Lab/Shep mix is named Baskerville. She’s mostly black w/ some brindling, but has white front paws and a white blaze on her chest. But her head is pure Shepherd and coal black; pointed ears and a chiselled muzzle like Anubis.

She’s also known as Basker, Da Woofer, BaskerPup, Da Pupperazzi and MaxiDog. The latter is an evolution from MicroDog, when she was a tiny, silky ball of fluff I could hold in one hand.

Oh, and Snooper Nose, when an interested dog face pushes around the shower curtain to check out the odd human insistence on bathing.

Veb

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Inigo is my two year old dsh (domestic short hair) cat. He is almost entirely black, although he has a few random white hairs on his belly and chest. He was previously named “Magic” before being put up for adoption by his first family (they’d had him about 6 mos, I got him at 10 mos). He answers and comes to virtually anything–he loves attention. Nicknames? Well, at first I called him Nigo, but that could just be too dangerously misheard, so I call him Igo. My boyfriend has never called him anything but “Kitty.” Way to be original. Also, do to Igo’s rather foul-smelling anal gland problem, I’ve come to calling him Stinky as well.

And I’m a real dork: I name my fish. There’s Happy (the haplochromis), Archie and Edith (a pair of labidocrhomises with a love-hate relationship), Garrison (pseudotropheous, and a big bully), Boris (brichardi), Fezzik (synodonis catfish), Krusty (clown loach), Oliver (borlei), Draco (African butterfly), and Falkor, the reed fish named after the dragon in The Neverending Story he so reminds me of (this long sinewy thing who seems to “fly” by the pectoral fin “wings” by his head).

Ah, and I’m not done: There’s my classroom. Okay, gang, I let the students name them, so keep that in mind. Isabella is our rat (named after the queen of Spain who commissioned Columbus’ journey–we got her on Columbus Day); and our goldfish are Chuckie, Black Shark and Swimmy the King (split vote between Swimmy and King–so we put them together).

Worst name EVER in my classroom: Last year’s rat’s name was the combination of the two names the class could not decide between. All year long, I had to deal with hearing them refer to her as sigh Rose Tweety.

formerly known as LauraRae

I’m a Raggety Ann in a Barbie Doll world.

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Dammit! I hate it when I do that. That should be “DUE to” in the above post, and–I know no one may care–“labidochromises.”

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That’s not dorky at all, Ruffian. My sisters and I used to have a goldfish when we were kids. We named him Silence (because silence is golden. How dorky is that? :))

And dorkier still, is that I named some of the wild birds that used to feed at my feeder when I lived in St. Louis and actually got a variety of birds other than house finches and house sparrows. I had 2 red bellied woodpeckers that were mates. I named him Anthony and her Cleopatra. And I had a pair of cardinals that I named Romeo and Juliet.

I loved the story about the kids in your class naming the room pets. Rose Tweety is some name for a rat! Too funny.

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” - Anne Frank

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I named our first two cats; Steamer and Bonehead. My wife pre-empted me on our third one. She named him Archie. I wanted to name him Waxer or Goofyfoot.

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Oooohhh. An opportunity to talk about my kitty! Yay!

We have one cat, a gray/white tiger named Mr. Bean, who just turned 4.

Nicknames: Puffybutt, Beaner, Beanbutt, Butterhead, Butterbutt, Fatboy, Babyhead.

Talents: Trying to turn doorknobs with his paws, manipulating me for treats with just a tilt of his pretty little head.

Faults: Excessive whining (which also gets him treats–hence some of the nicknames), unemployed, failing to understand the difference between a can of tuna and a can of soup (to the point where I have to give him more treats so he stops whining while I cook my soup).

Owners’ faults: pushovers, enablers

Neil, Neil, orange peel!

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Wow… Long thread. Our pets:

Jenny: the senior pet, a husky/labrador mix, 11 yrs. Beautiful. looks just like a husky, 'cept that all the parts you’d expect to be gray are red. She’s going a bit gray in spots, though.

Cecilia: next in line at something like ten yrs., she is my Ball python. Acutally not quite sure of the sex; with snakes it’s a bit hard to tell without tools. We made an educated guess. She’s axanthic, which means that she’s lacking the yellow pigment in her skin that normally would be there, so she’s brown and black and white, with no golden tones at all. About 5’6" long.

Nuah: the oldest cat, almost 7 yrs., and the mother of Satchmo (see below). Paranoid and bipolar, probably because her son grew up to be a real bully, and pounces a lot. When not hiding in the linen closet, though, she’s a sweet cat, and eminently pettable. Can be demanding of attention at times.

Satchmo: next cat, about 6 yrs. We named him Satchmo after Louis Armstrong, because he has a raspy voice. Uses it a lot, too. Agressive much of the time, whether pouncing on Nuah or demanding to be skritched behind the ears. If I lay on the couch, reading, he will often come sit on my belly and knead my flesh with his claws until I relent and pet him.

Mouche: youngest cat, about 4. Unrelated to the other two. Very sweet and loving. While the other cats have loud voices, she has a quiet, demure meow. Dedicated hedonist. If there is sun, she will lie in it for a nap. Also will crawl under the bedclothes to sleep if she is cold, and has thus caused several near-accidents. Loves to have her belly petted. She always pushes the other two out of the way to be the first fed.

Wicket: the younger dog, almost 2 yrs. I have no idea what breeds might be in his ancestry. Big, shaggy shambler. Can’t see his eyes. Blue spot on tongue. Tail curls up. May be part Chow, part Airedale. Very sweet and affectionate, but still learning to obey. Wags constantly.

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We named the cat for Brannagh’s character in Dead Again – Mike Church. You see, (before the operation) like his namesake he was never interested in Miss Right, just Miss Right Now. He doesn’t date any more though :D. For short he’s Church…or Hairball.

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