We’ve got a lot of pets here at Bitchery HQ, and we call our pets a lot of things.
For example, Amanda adopted Linus, the senior executive of floof, in August of 2017. She found him on the MSPCA Instagram, where he was referred to as a “stunning, huge gentleman:”
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Just over a year is plenty of time for nicknames! Among them:
- My sweet boy
- Fluff son
- My precious boy
- Little sweet potato
- My little toasted marshmallow
- Fluff butt
- Bud
She also has two songs about him. As you do. And, Amanda is happy to report that when she adopted Linus, “He was 9 and a quarter and the shelter’s vet wrote “grossly obese” on his records. Now he’s almost 11, down three pounds, and doing fantastic! When I adopted him, I was warned that he might need to get his teeth removed because of some issues. When he had his dental day last summer, I was happy to receive a call that he gets to keep his teeth! He just had a lot of plaque build up.”
Elyse has Dewey and Fisher, and, well, get ready.
Elyse: “We got Dewey in January of 2014 from our local Humane Society. He’s:
- Dewey MacDewerson
- Deward Morris (my mom went to school with a kid with that name so it’s an inside joke)
- My big boy
- My honey bunny baby boy.
Elyse: “Fisher came to us last year from Safe Haven Pet Sanctuary last March. He was found in a fishing shanty after trying to eat a fish hook.” So his name IS a nickname.
- Fisher also goes by: Fishy-Fish, Small fry, and Little Fuzz. He is also, on occasion, Mr. Poopy Britches.
Carrie has nicknames, of course: “I have 3 cats and one dog. The dog, named Lucy, is about 15 pounds and only gets a nickname when she barks at the UPS person. At these times she’s known as “Fang,” “Cujo,” “Killer,” or “Oh, for the Love of Jesus Please Shut Up.”
Here are all three cats, “all forbidden to go outside, trying to make a break for it. Magic is the tall one, Starlight is looking down, and Toothless is sticking a paw out the door.”
“The two shorthair cats, Starlight and Magic, don’t have nicknames. However, very fluffy Toothless, named for her eerie resemblance to Toothless the dragon, often goes by ‘squeaker’ (she squeaks a lot), Squeak Toy, Flufferface, and Floofy.”
As for me, I have two dogs, Buzz (the Anxious) (that’s his formal title used on all his correspondence) and Zeb, and two cats, Wilbur and Orville. I haven’t named any of them, as they were rescues. But that didn’t stop us from coming up with a slew of nicknames for all four.
- Wilbur: Wilbs, Wilbeezer, the Beezer, Wilbus Dumbledore, Willibur, small cat, Willibus, Sir Wilbus.
- Orville: Orvillius, The Ville, Oro de Ville, The Poopsmith (he had megacolon so his solid waste production is subject of much attention in our house) Big Kitty, Heckin’ Chonker, Big Chungus.
Collectively, the two are known as “the Woogus” or “the Wooguses.”
Wilbur is not impressed.
As for the dogs, there are a lot of names.
- Zeb: Z, The Zeeb, Piglet, Zooble, Zeebie, The Z, Zeb-ity-do-dah, Justin Zeeber, and, shortly after that picture was taken, his name was temporarily, “Oh, dear God, what did you just roll around in?!”
- Buzz: The Buzzle, The Beebs, Fuzzball (his original name when he was in the shelter) Fuzz Buzz, Buzzy, Belly Buzz (as above, where he demands belly rubs the minute I walk in the door)
Freebird, my older son, would like to insist that Buzz’s newest nickname is “Bo-bo,” but Adam is not on board with this nickname. Freebird: “We all call him Bo-bo anyway.” Buzz himself is fine with it, so long as there are belly rubs and treats.
Ok, silliness time: what are your pet nicknames? We want to hear all the ridiculous, punny, silly, and adorable names you call your pets. And if you want to share pictures, that’s cool, too!
Given name: Ernie, 13lb Ragdoll/Maine Coon mix
Nicknames: Ern & Ernesto, Bud & Budicat, Goober, Gubernatorial Candidate, Lion Neeson, Cat Son, Brat & Bratney, Catness Everclean, Dude, Fuzzbutt, Squigeon, Grecian (because he’s an Ern), Lionic One
He’s 19 this year so I’ve had a lot of time to generate names. His brother Bert, who left us at 16, had almost as many
My dog is named Harvey and he has a ton of nicknames: Harv, Harvester (or Harvey the Harvester), Harvard, pup-pup, puppy boy, bud-bud(s), Harvey Wallbanger,, fuzzybutt, handsomest puppy ever, best puppy to have ever lived, and smart boy. I know I’m forgetting some. Then there’s the songs I’ve made up about/for him but that’s another story.
So I don’t have a pet myself at the moment, but my parents have four dogs and some horses (they live on a farm), and we all seem to nickname them different things.
The four dogs are Lexi, Tom, Rocket, and Polly officially, but I call them by nicknames all the time.
Tom is always lengthened to Thomas because I think that sounds a little more dignified.
Rocket is Sprocket Rocket.
Polly becomes Polly Pocket because she’s pretty small for her age.
Lexi gets a kind of sing song Lexi Lulu from me, but I think my mom’s nickname is funnier. She calls her the Terrorist because she’s a terrier mix and her favorite things to do are bark and growl and scare the other dogs even though she is a third their size. She also likes to lay on the big dog bed that is reserved for the other dogs, and make them sleep on the floor instead.
The horses also have nicknames.
The old man of the group is Goldie, but we call him Golders, Old Man, or Big Red.
My mom’s favorite is called Joe, but she always likes to call him Mojojojo, after the PowerPuff Girl’s villain. I always call him JVG as an abbreviation (his full name is Joe Van Gogh.) He also goes by Little Red.
There is also a young one called Romeo, but Mom calls him The Ham because he’s cute and he knows it.
She has also recently gotten three new babies that don’t really have names, so they all collectively go by Baby ad interim.
Well, I just broke out one of the nicknames for Harvey that I forgot to mention before, Barky McBark Bark which is sometimes preceded by Mister (as are a lot of his nicknames).
A dog and five cats….there are a ton. Domino the dog, adopted from the SPCA, is Dominoodle, Dominocerous, Noodle, and Domino Aloysius when he’s being naughty. Bob the Cat (so named by the former neighbors due to his lack of a tail, who front paw declawed him then dumped him outside) is BobCat Singer, Babboo, Bobooski, Bobasaurus Maximus and Bob the Blob. Harmony (also dumped by those neighbors) has some Siamese in there somewhere, so she’s Harmonyarmonyarmony and Yowlasaurus. Gimli the Orange Maine Coin (also dumped by unknown persons) is Gimli Son of Gloin, Fluffbutt, Fluffasaurus Rex and Floofy McFlooferson. Purrsephone (also dumped by persons unknown – are you sensing a theme here?) is my cranky girl, she’s Sephie, Sephone, Purrsephone Andromeda, and Stop Being A Bitch. My newest baby, adopted from the SPCA, is Bijoux Calliope, who has heterochromia (one blue eye and one gold eye) – she’s still a kitten so all I have so far for her is BiBi, Joux-Joux, and No Don’t Jump There.
We have a guinea pig that was a rescue, someone abandoned her in a parking lot. The cops caught her. So I said we should name her Buster since she was busted by the cops. My son objected saying she’s a girl. So I jokingly said we could call her Miss Buster and it stuck.
I have a dog and a cat, both rescued, both came with their names (they were older when I adopted them).
Peaches (dog): #peachesthedog, goober-dog, baby-dog, weirdo
Capri (cat): punk, fuzzbucket, brat
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Our black cat Luna (rescued as a baby, abandoned in a trash can 🙁 ) goes by: Luna Lunilla, Lunisima, La Reina, La Gordix, “goddamn shrimp” (when she curls up), pantera, bebe de mama.
Our foster fail Sandy (a siamese) has Sandy-Pandy, la nena, siamisus aggressivus peligrosos, chillona, cosha cosha, raccoon, the monster.
Together they are “the girls,” and “The babies.”
My 9 year old half-Siamese Chai: Angel, Angel-Face, Baby Kitty (I rescued her pregnant mother and had them both for a time), Blue Eyes, Sissy, Chia Pet, Chia, Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia, Lump, Get Down!, and What Are You Eating Now? Stop It!
My recently rescued 1 year old dilute tortie Sansa: Sans, Farticus, Snarly, Claw Demon,Bottomless Pit, Jumper, and Cuddle Bug
Collectively, they are: Plat Nice!, Hey!, No Fighting!,Girls!, and Seriously? Seriously?
My current overlords are two terrier mixes. Their official names are Norman Vandelay Bates and Bradley G. Norman is also known as Norm, Normie, Bub, and Knock It Off. Bradley responds to Li’l Bub, Brad or Braddy. Collectively they’re My Idiots.
I currently have three fur kids. Cooper (Coop, CooperDooper, Big Dog, Cow Dog) is a black-and-white Landseer Newfoundland. All 155 pounds of him. Boone (Boonedoggle, Booner, Old Dog, Greybeard), a half-Newf/half Golden rescue who is 10, black, grey around his muzzle and 125. Then we have Adidas, the one cat who rules us all, aka Deeders, STFU (pronouned Shut The F*ck Up at 5 a.m. every morning right after she knocks her stainless steel feed bowl to the tile floor and starts yowling because “OMG MoooOOOOOoooom I’m gonna starve if you don’t get up right this instant and feed meeeeeee!” That said, she is also overweight because every time she yowls, my DH adds food to her bowl), Little Cat, and Buddha Belly Cat. She’s 16 so she always gets her way. Here are some pics if anyone is curious. https://silverjames.com/fun-stuff/
We’ve two cats, sister torties, called Lulu and Ginko (from YuriKuma Arashi) (yes they are lesbians.)
Lulu we just call her Princess Lu or Poo-Lu (she likes to balance poo on the edge of the litter tray.) Or Lulu Swift or Lulu del Rey after her favourite musical artists.
Ginko is Gunslinger Gink (because she patrols our flat) and Ginko Slinko (because she’s faaaat).
All the dogs ended up with at least one.
Mitzi = MitterDitters
Sasha = SashaPoo, Saa (extended out to 4 syllables), Pooh & Pooh Bear
Barney = the Barnburner, the Barnster. Barney Fife & Barneybuddy
MaFan, the latest, my big brother’s pit bull rescue, who came to us with the name “Diamond”, which is a horse’s name, so that wasn’t going to stand. I told him he should call her Trouble because the first thing she did when I stopped by to let her out while he worked on a Saturday, was crawl under the fence into the neighbor’s yard. Next weekend I stopped by and Baby Bro, just home from his latest trip to China, was holding his phone out to her while the phone said “Ma Fan”. I asked him what it meant, and he replied “Trouble”. Great minds think alike, and it’s been her name ever since. But I call her Bunny, because she hops.
I have a cat, now 3 years old, that I got out of car engine when he was a kitten and just ended up keeping. His name is Kia, because he was in the engine of a Kia Soul. Alternatively, he’s known as the Asshole Kitten, when he decides to do stuff like fight the bathroom rug at 5AM and knock everything off the edge of the tub or drag my plants out of their pots, roots and all and leave them on my bed. He’s also frequently Idiot Kitten, for similarly asinine plots and activities. Scarf Kitty, because he likes to drape himself over my shoulders while I putter around my apartment, Cuddle Bug because he is, and finally The Invisible Cat, because he is terrified of basically every human being who isn’t me and spends the majority of any visit by any other person to our abode hiding either under my bed or under the couch.
I have two cats. I refer to both of them as “asshole”. Because… cats.
Love this thread!
Two years ago we lost both of our cats a month apart – they were 16 years old. Rowdy and Taz were the loves of my life, and I didn’t think I could ever get another cat. Rowdy didn’t really have a nickname, but I would say his name a certain way and he would come running, he knew it meant love time. Rouw-deeeee! Taz was Taz the spaz, Tazzers, Spazzers, baby kitty.
Last August, a friend found a stray cat wondering her neighborhood and gave it some water, but as she has dogs that don’t like cats, she didn’t take it in. In the middle of the night, she heard it being attacked by an owl – vet thinks the owl was trying to take off with him. She took him in for a bit, but it wasn’t going to work long term with the dogs. Previously just the thought of going to the shelter to adopt left me in tears, so I really didn’t think I was ready. But my husband convinced me to at least go look at him, he needed a safe home after all. And he went home with us that night! All healed up, and healthy (he was underweight), we now have a beautiful ginger cat named Mack (after our friends’ surname beginning with Mc). I call him all sorts of things: Mackers, Macaroni, Macron (after the French President), Mr. President (in a very bad French accent), Orange Blossom (because he is a lot of hair and poufy!). He is so relaxed and I’m so glad I have him!
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My two rescued mystery mixes — we tell people they’re black and tan rat terrier/hound crosses — are named Bella and Janey. I sometimes call them monsters; they’re also called bebbies when my sister and I take about them.
Janey is also known as Miss Thing, Sassypants and Taffeta-darling (because she didn’t particularly like to be touched when she first came home 4+ years ago — it’s from Young Frankenstein).
Bella is Sweetness, because she’s a very sweet dog, and Mona, because she’ll moan at you when she wants a snack.
We are owned by two cats; a female orange&white shorthair tabby named Ginger, and a male black mediumhair named Mr. Banks. They don’t exactly cuddle together and are often chasing each other about. I don’t recall their shelter-given names because we’ve always changed them upon adoption.
Mr.Banks was named after the character in Mary Poppins, who my son played in a musical theatre summer camp he attended at the time Banks chose him at the Humane Society. We call him Banks mostly, or Toothless, after the How To Train Your Dragon character (and because he has unusually tall lower canine teeth which leaves him unable to completely close his mouth). He’s also known as the weird-scarf-creature-dragon-goblin-thing, Bankity-banks,Floof,Banky-poo,Gremlin, and Dusty (because he honestly smells a bit dusty despite his neurotic, constant self-cleaning).
Ginger is actually named Gingersnaps, after the horror movie of the same name. Don’t ask. She’s also known as Puma and The Queen. She’s known for her beauty (visitors always comment) and for smelling absolutely divine; if we could bottle her scent we’d make a fortune in perfume sales. Sadly, Ginger has decided that the world isn’t worthy, lol. She’s a bossy b¡t¢h who head-butts us for immediate attention. We adore them both.
We have two rescue German Shepherds.
Thorneycroft, Thorn for everyday is also known as Thorney, Thorneywarn, Thorneycroftywaft, Crofty, Croftywaft, and Princess if she is being particularly imperious in demanding cuddles. Princess as she has never managed to graduate to Queen, a nickname of Jazz our first GSD who did a perfect ‘Who’s Queen?’ as in Miranda Richardson’s Elizabeth I from ‘Blackadder’. Thorn used to be known as What dog? when we first got her as she’d hide whenever we met anyone on a walk, but she’s got over that 🙂
Jake is also known as JJ, Big J, Jakeywake, that’sENOUGHcomehereNOW or on occasion STFU. His favourite pass time is observing the passersby from the sofa in the bay window and commenting on their behaviour vocally, sometimes very vocally, if there are workmen out there extremely vocally.
Both are long haired so are also fluffbundle.
I submit for your consideration our household cat George! (Named for George Weasley from the Harry Potter books. We no longer have his brother Fred.)
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George has been named all of the following during his time with us:
Catbeast
Catmonster
Fuzzbutt
Knucklehead
Mr. Whinypants
Meowbeast
Georgy Porgy Puddin’ & Pie (which, I grant, sounds like it ought to be FOUR cats)
Jorgé (as our housemate Paul speaks a little Spanish)
George also has at least two theme songs. I am personally most fond of “da-da-da-DA-da-DAAAAAA! GEORGE!” I feel all cats need their own fanfare.
Currently 3 dogs, 4 cats. Robbie, 14, spaniel mix/mutt, also Robster, Robbie Bobbie, The Floof, Floofster, Naughty Boy when decides to get muddy (he is a white dog with brown spots and a long coat).
Lily, 12, 17 lb rescue corgi, also Lily Pants, Lily Monster (with affection, although she is our dominant dog), Princess, Lil.
Brenin Lloyd, 5, random mix, also Bren.
Miss Tom, 10ish, thought she was a boy when rescued, also Tomasina.
Crash, 10ish, no need for a nickname. As a kitten, he jumped on my head and ran his claws clear across the top of my scalp.Took years to gain his trust; now he is a little purr bug, although I still cannot pick him up.
Winston, 10ish, like his brother, no nickname.
Lady, 10ish, sometimes Missy as in “Watch it, Missy,” because she is a random sprayer, everywhere, but she is a barn cat with her brothers, so it is usually ok.
Such a fun community—of course the Bitchery has great pet nicknames, too!
I love this so much!!
Eustace, Great Dane: Poopstace, Small Dog, The boy (he was named after Esther’s boyfriend in John Allison’s Scary go Round webcomic). He also has an instagram account: @eustacethedane
Bergman, black rescue cat: jerkcat, bergy, the night scavenger, Merkin, B.
I have one cat. She is a dark tortie (or, as a friend says, a black cat with highlights) with bright yellow eyes. She has black whiskers and a white spot on her belly where she was shaved and spayed. She was a six month old stray picked up by animal control two days before Christmas 2011 and named Jelly by the local humane society. (I assume there was also a Peanut Butter that day).
I adopted her four days later. Every time somebody would walk past her room she would leap to the top of her scratching post and paw at the window and I just could not walk away.
Seven years, two months later and 12lbs heavier, her name is still Jelly. I meant to change it but she was too much of a leaping tornado for any of the soft names I had imagined. If I were to change her “official” name today, I’d name her Sheriff. She patrols the apartment and when we moved a year and a half ago, one of my primary concerns was that there were good windows she could sit in and watch the world outside.
Jelly has plenty of nicknames:
– Babe (what I call her most often)
– Baab
– Baby Girl
– Sweet Pants (I don’t know)
– Bug Killer (for services rendered)
– Nerd
– Bath Time Sheriff (the first time I took a bath after bringing her home, she cried and paced until I got out and though she no longer panics, she still has to watch and wait until I’m out).
Also, she loves to play fetch!
My daughter calls our fluffy-tailed cat Squirrel Bum. We also call him Toto, hey kid, kitten-boo (but only after singing that he wears a disguise to look like human guys), Mr Cat, the kittiest of cats, baby kitty face, Otto-cat.
His name is Otto de Kat.
We have two rescue cats, Westley and Hector. Westley is a very dignified 14-year-old tuxedo cat, often called Westley-boy, Handsome, Honkin’ Chonker (he weighs 15 pounds), and You Hippobritannic Land Mass (when all 15 pounds of him clamber onto my chest in the middle of the night). Hector is grey-and-white, still acts like a kitten at age 10, and will respond to Hector Protector, Hector Inspector, HeckNo, Arioch Lord of Chaos (seriously, his ears perk), and You Little Crap Demon.
These are all so great!
We’re staff to Loki, who also goes by Monsigneur Fuzzybutts, Killface (from Frisky Dingo), Mr. Murder Man, Noodles MacGillicudy, Boo Boo, Buddy, Lokithecat, and Fuzzman. And yes, he is burdened with glorious purpose, but at only 7 1/2 pounds, he’s having a hard time with world domination.
Reading this post and the comments is bittersweet for me. My twenty-year-old cat, Lucy (Lulu, Lucykins, Lulubelle, Lucinda, Beastie, Beastie Girl, Precious Girl, Tiny Girl) died in November. I have every intention of adopting another cat when the time is right, but I’m not ready quite yet.
My Chiweenie baby, Dame Maggie Smith, rarely goes by her full title, and more often is referred to by a variety of nicknames depending upon the situation:
Maggie Moo
Moo Moo
Snickerdoodle
Your Majesty (like her namesake, she can do hoity like no one’s business)
Wiggle Butt
Snuggle Butt
Boo Boo Butt (there’s a weird ass theme here, I know)
I also composed a “good morning” song for Dame Maggie, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I am proudly that person.
I have a 10-pound Shih Tzu named Dashiell. I never call him that. He primarily goes by Dash, but also:
Roo
Lil Roo
Pog
Roo-Pog
Rootemsimus Pog
Mr. Pogglesworth
Dashistan
Dashimus
I have 2 cats
Doris (tuxedo): is also Baby Girl and Wheezy (because she has asthma)
Mabel(Mostly black): is also Beautiful, My Model and Belly ( she lays on her back and allows belly rubs)
This is the best thing ever. I absolutely love weird nicknames.
Cats:
Milo (my greatest ambition as a small child was to have an orange tabby named Milo) is my baby. He’s Moo, Loo, Moocat, Moocatten, Moodle, and My Love.
Wesley is Weasel, Weaseling, and Wessels or occasionally Nuclear Wessels from that scene in Star Trek 4. Also Lard cause he’s the most food obsessed cat I’ve ever met.
Kaylee is Kreature or Kreachin or Kreachaleechin because my friend in middle school called her dad’s one year old the Creature which I thought was hilarious. No relation to Kreacher from Harry Potter.
My foster kittens are generally called Meeps/Meepers/Meepins because kitten sounds are the cutest thing ever, and Demons once they get old enough to start looking for trouble.
My friend’s cat came from the shelter with the name Goopy so she’s just Grandma now. Which makes it pretty funny when she tells people she has to take Grandma to the vet!
Dogs:
Radar (named for Radar O’Reilly from MASH although he ironically has the exact opposite personality) is mostly Beastie or Dumb Butt because my brother nicknamed our first dog Tika the Mutt to annoy me, so when Radar came along and turned out to be an absolute terror, we had the Mutt and the Butt, although sometimes Radar becomes the Monster Mutt. He’s also Demon Dog which is kind of a breed thing for Schipperkes.
Laska the rescued Pomeranian mix is usually Small Puff, Smallin, or Poof. She’s the sweetest, loveliest dog I’ve ever met and as my friend puts it, dumb as a box of rocks.
It’s been fun reading all the nicknames!
We have a tradition of naming our rescued dogs after characters from To Kill a Mockingbird. Well, all but one Poodle who didn’t understand the concept of “New Life, New Name.”
Our newest is Zeebo, named for the garbage truck driver because after we brought him home, all trash had to be secured. He is a fluffy little designer dog who was found as a stray. He is a little garbage hound and can smell takeout containers from a mile away! Zeebo is also known The Zeebonator for his trash terminating ways and Tiny Zee because he is the smallest pet in the house.
Buddy the dog:
Mr. Buddy
Bud Bud
Stink pot
Mr. Stinks
Stinky Winks
Stink Pot (you’re getting a theme, here)
Benzo is a floofy half-Pekinese from Bosnia. In true Bosnian fashion, the longer the string of diminutives added to the name, the smaller and sweeter he gets.
The Boy
The Boy-Boy
Mr. Muddy Paws
Benzaruba
Benzoboyboy
Benzabububoy
Benzabububoyboy
Benzabudalichitsa
We have two dogs, Jack & Sadie.
Jack (20 lbs/ Jack Russel-scruff mix): Jackie-boy, Nugget, Bullet, ScruffFluff, Scruffy Scrufferson, ScruffMacDuff, Frisky French Fry, Rumball, Pepe Le Pew, Barnacle, Fuzzbert, Fuzzbert Cumberbatch, Velvet Belly, Cockroach, Machi-Smelli, Frito
Sadie (65 lbs/ Golden Retriever- Red Heeler mix): Queen LaSneefa, Butter Dog, SAD-ie, ZsaZsa Dog, B.O.B. (a.k.a.- BIG OLE BEEF), Snickerdoodle, Big Red, Snugglebutt, Polka Dot
Milo, ginger cat: Lolo or Coffeepot (he makes a funny little peeping noise that sounds like coffee percolating)
Lexi, black cat: Girl, Lexi Lou-Who, Alexandra Louise, HRH Princess Alexandra Louise Von Hauspanther
Pixel, black cat: Pickle. Also, “Stop Biting Me, Asshole.”
My boyfriend and I adopted a dog named Callie last June when some of his classmates were no longer allowed to keep her. Their leasing office reneged because of ‘bully breed’ complaints from other residents. Whoever Callie’s first owner was cut up her ears to make her look like a meaner dog. While she is likely a substantial part Pitt Bull, this is the sweetest dog ever (to people she accepts. Otherwise, she’s six full feet of leash behind her person) and her papers from the county say ‘Lab mix.’ Somewhere along the way, we started leaning into ‘Lab mix’ like the mobster in Family Guy looking to buy a ‘bunny.’ This lead to us calling her our ‘Semi-automatic Lab Mix.’ she is also:
– Calligula (came with her from her previous owners, usually used when she goes on one of her wild kingdom tears through the apartment)
– Cal-ken (often when releasing an excited Callie from her crate)
– Goodest Girl (any time she is being lovely, usually when she crates herself as I finish dressing to leave for work)
– Most precious of girls (also when being lovely)
– Shadow lump (I have a habit of speaking utter nonsense when drifting off to sleep. I referred to her as a shadow lump at the foot of the bed one night and my boyfriend thought it was funny. It unfortunately stuck)
I love this thread! We recently adopted/were adopted by 2 young cats:
Clio (all black long-legged girl): baby girl, Stinker (she farted a lot when we first got her), Black Widow, Inej, and “get down off that counter”
Lucky (ginger burly boy): Lucky boy, Trouble, jerk, Hulk, Mattias, and “stop jumping on your sister”
I love this thread! We recently adopted/were adopted by 2 young cats:
Clio (all black long-legged girl): baby girl, Stinker (she farted a lot when we first got her), Black Widow, Inej, and “get down off that counter”
Lucky (ginger burly boy): Lucky boy, Trouble, squeaker (he has the most high-pitched meow, sounds like a mouse) jerk, Hulk, Mattias, and “stop jumping on your sister”
This is so fun! We have a rescue beagle who came with the name Amos. We originally planned to re-name him but somehow Amos just seemed to fit, so his official name is Famous Amos, or when my husband greets him, FAMOUS AMOS MY DOGGIE BOY! We also call him The Laziest Dog in the Universe because for real. I have never seen a lazier animal. Amos does not respond to sit, stay, heel, or really any other commands. He does know the word snuggle though and when he hears that he will go to the nearest couch and prepare to be snuggled. He is poorly behaved but so awesome. We also have a rescue cat named Oscar, who originally came from the shelter with the name Simba. After we’d had him for about an hour my husband said “you know, he just told me that his name is Oscar” and that was it. If my children have their way, we will be getting another cat before the end of this month. This came about because they were asking me for a ferret, and I said, without really thinking about it, “ooh, ferrets, I have heard they don’t smell very good and they escape a lot. I’d probably get another cat before I got a ferret.” And my kids were like SOLD, thanks Mom, when can we got to the shelter? I think I may have been bamboozled, but I don’t really mind.