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PET NAMES

We have a few Chihuahuas. One of them named Lola, has serious anger issues. When she gets like that, the hair down the middle of her back stands straight up. She looks like she has a Mohawk. The other dogs stay away from her. When she is like that we call her "Lucy, daughter of the devil". One of my sons calls her "The Lolanator".
 
I've known two dogs in my adult life, first one was Fred, a spaniel/lab mix glossy black with a white spot on his chest. Walking in downtown Montreal one day, in the parking lot of a gas station was an elderly man sitting beside a cardboard box with the words, 'Sale only 10.00 dollars!' written on the cardboard box in grease pencil. I walked over to see what was on sale, thinking it was likely plastic junk of some sort. There was a puppy, with an infected open sore on his neck. The elderly man looked at me and said something like: 'He's the last one, no one wanted him.' I immediately grabbed the puppy, gave the man ten dollars and carried him to a Vet's I had seen nearby. They shaved the area and laved the infected sore on his neck, gave me antibiotics and I brought him home on the bus.

When I arrived back at the apartment on that Saturday morning, I had gone out to buy fresh croissants but returned with a puppy. My husband was hungry and had likely been waiting for the croissant, he looked at me confused. "Where are the croissant?" He asked. "We have a puppy" which I placed in his arms. The puppy immediately began chewing on his hand, "Wow, this little guy's as hungry as my Uncle Fred." And so the name stuck, he became Fred, he lived a good long life, had a pack of dog playmates in the area all around the same age, that we met with every day. We were students at the time, and lived near the university, so between classes we walked him a lot. When he was fourteen years old it was discovered that he had a metastasized form of balloon cell melanoma. He had four cryogenic operations over those years, to remove fast growing tumors in his mouth. Eventually though he succumbed to the cancer. We both still miss him, but he had a good long life, from cardboard box to master of his universe:)

I know how you feel. We had a Chihuahua for sixteen years and I was his person. I still miss him every day and I am sure that I always will.
 
I had a male Grey tabby named DC..named after who I adopted him from , Diane and Charlie. He died in Oct 2010. Spooky was adopted in Oct 2010 after DC died..
He came to live with me close to Halloween..he was named Jameson, I added Spooky because I did not care for a cat named Jameson....His name is now Jameson Spooky Slick...He is very timid and scares easy, Spooky is a good name for him. He is a male Grey and brown Tortoiseshell , 6 1/2 years young. He is a very rare cat and is considered a genetic anomaly , so yea, we have genetic issues we share
 
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Jameson Spooky Slick
 
My parents named the pets we had in childhood: a poodle named Sam, adopted unwanted cats Prudence (Prue, Prudie, thus named for her prissy fastidiousness), Sebastian (Seb), and Ebony (Eb, Ebbie, ironically named for being white :rolleyes:).

I had a goldfish I named Cyndi, perhaps subconsciously after Ms Lauper? Who knows. It was a looong time ago.

A dumped kitten adopted our family and we named her Boadicea, after the warrior queen, because her legs were bowed (thus, a pun) and she looked like a bruiser. She turned out to be one of those cats who thinks she's a dog. She would attack any dog that wandered past our house, which was pretty funny. She was most often called Boadi.

When I met my husband he had a number of goldfish and the two largest were named Firle, for the area where my husband bought him, and Jacko, whom I named because he changed colour from orange to white over the years.:D

We also had a pair of hens that I named Freda and Ginger, after Fred and Ginger, obviously, because they were ginger coloured.

Two months ago a pregnant stray cat adopted us and my son named her Misty, after an old Pokemon character. No special meaning. It suits her., She is due to give birth any day now and it will be fun to name the kittens.:) Oh, and we call her Misty Moo. just sounds cute. Like Scooby Doo, I suppose.

I like to use a pet's colour to help me pick a name... I'm a synaesthete so some names are just the right colour. I used that principle with my kids' names, too, hehe. :D
 
One cat named Moe
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And two named Carmel and Jiji
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(Carmel is orange/white, Jiji is black)

Also various fish I needed to name to get my sibling off my back; names include but are not limited to:
Eclipse catfish: Günter (species surname: günthers catfish)
Angelfish: one jules, one Jim, one Catherine (after the movie Jules at Jim)
Kribensis cichlids: Romeo and Juliet (don't need to explain this one)
 
It's a boy! And a boy! And a girl! And another girl! And a boy! :joycat:

Misty gave birth yesterday (Friday) to five cute kitties. No names yet. Well, one tentative name. But it's a secret ;)

Was an exhausting day, mentally and physically. Misty wanted me by her side, which was special. When I put my hand on her belly she would push.

I fell asleep, exhausted, after dinner. Then woke at 1am buT didn't get much sleep with all the squeaking and suckling and scratching and licking going on next to our bed. :sleepy:



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I kind of avoid naming animals, I dunno why but I always like to call them by their name or some description. So like cat, fat cat, black cat, or in the case of parent's Balinese cat 'fancy cat'. Naming dogs makes a little more sense to me since they respond to their name.
 
The cats I have known respond to their names.
Some of them have learned what other cats are called,
too.

A pair of males I had were rivals and when I would mention
the name of cat B when he wasn't in sight, cat A looked around
for the other guy. [like...look up at the counter top, over on the
shelf, glance down the hallway, before assuring himself that B
was not within range.]
 
My gerbils are named Mr. Bond & Q. Mr. Bond has a health problem that seems to manifest itself when he's handled, so only Q gets out very much. But they sleep curled up into a ball with each other (which I've named the Gerball) and it's adorable!!
 
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Top is moe, bottom Carmel & Jiji
If this doesn't work I give up
 
My 2 adorable boys are Meowser and Toki.
Meowser because hes always chatting away at me and other cats. (and it rhymes with Bowser)
Toki because he just reminds me of Toki Wartooth from Metalocalypse.

My deceased Miko kitty because in japanese it means shrine maiden or magical lady, for she was very magical with cheering me up and was very lady like.
 
deceased cat tess -tess of the d'urbervilles
dalton looked almost like a Turkish van cat -timothy dalton
Jason black shorthair
deceased
phoebe given name very small female cat
socks big black shorthair
gizmo phoebes son white and black small slimish
 
celeste.JPG Celeste, or 'C' when I found her she was living in a hole under a tree on beside a parking lot. I placed her in my coleman backpack and she went to sleep.
red house 026.JPG George on his first day inside, ill and covered with infected sores, he was a cat with flv. Named after george of the jungle.
red house 115.JPGBeanie boy, or Barn, found as a kitten and abandoned in -20C by his owners who moved and left him with their garbage. Luckily I was walking my dog that night, and heard his cries.

All lived good long lives, were mainly healthy and loved and cared for. Barn was so intelligent that he would climb a chair, and ring the door bell when he wanted to come inside.
 
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Top is Charlie, who is very possessive of me. No particular reason for that name, he did go by Cat King Cole for about a week, but it wasn't easy on the tongue. Ironically, he mostly responds when I call out "Cat", so I guess he's a bit of both.
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Bottom is Lenny, after Leonard Nimoy because of my fascination with Spock as a kid (but I didn't want the tribute to be too obvious because I know very little about Star Trek), and because as a kitten Lenny had huuuuge pointy ears. He went out one night on his daily patrol, but never returned. I hope he either found a good family or didn't suffer, but I'm still sad every time I think about him and his headbutting, and that's very often.
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