my kitty was named dusty. he grew to a quite large size and could win fights with the neighbors’ dogs. i liked to say he was a russian blue, but he was really just a deep gray.
My wife had a cat like revisages’. Someone asked if it were a Russian blue. I wasn’t there to do it myself but I told her she should have said, “No, it’s a Canadian Gray”. If the breed were recognized, the champion could win the Canadian Gray Cup.
The Cat has three names, the one you give them, the one that they are known in the cat community, and the one only they know. And many spend their lives in search of that name. We do not give them the second and third names.
My Tommy is sometimes Tommykins. My “Tupper” (male) is “TupperChamp” or “Tupper Sport.” “Fluffy” is sometimes “Flufster Beast”. Wow… I never knew TS Eliot’s three name rule!
We had a cat we called Cat. (Long story; not enough space here.) When we had my sister’s future in-laws over one night before the wedding, the future f-i-l looked at our cat (all black with a little, white soul patch) and said, “I’m gonna call you Midnight.” “You can call her anything you want, Anthony,” I told him. “She’s a cat; she won’t come!” Although later in my life I had two cats who would drop whatever they were doing when I went to the mailbox, follow me there as if they were dogs, wait for me to collect the mail, then follow me back to the house and go back to whatever they were doing.
Well, the one that no one knows but the cat himself is constantly changing as they look for the perfect name. But good old T. S. didn’t say they ONLY have 3 different names;)
revisages almost 13 years ago
my kitty was named dusty. he grew to a quite large size and could win fights with the neighbors’ dogs. i liked to say he was a russian blue, but he was really just a deep gray.
doublepaw almost 13 years ago
We had a cat named Kit, but we also called him Mister E. J. Bomerscheim Jr.
cork almost 13 years ago
I have a deaf cat that I call Pesty, doesn’t matter, she doesn’t hear me anyway…
redarmrest almost 13 years ago
I have two cats and they each have about a 1000 nicknames, some good, some not so much…
rockngolfer almost 13 years ago
Kittycat, Sweetheart, and Varmint.
Gokie5 almost 13 years ago
Every night I recite Eliot’s “Old Deuteronomy” in my head to help get into the sleep mode.
wynot almost 13 years ago
Bentley because of right-angle kink in tail thanks to unfriendly door.
hippogriff almost 13 years ago
My wife had a cat like revisages’. Someone asked if it were a Russian blue. I wasn’t there to do it myself but I told her she should have said, “No, it’s a Canadian Gray”. If the breed were recognized, the champion could win the Canadian Gray Cup.
bishopdm almost 13 years ago
Sebastian Catbutt. Because every house needs a Mr. French.
jppjr almost 13 years ago
Smokey Joe Catt….or Kitty Kitty Kitty
Boise Ed Premium Member almost 13 years ago
When I had two littermates, one was Pulsar (a small black body with periodic emissions of energy) and the other was Quasar (an extremely remote body).
BillWa almost 13 years ago
The Cat has three names, the one you give them, the one that they are known in the cat community, and the one only they know. And many spend their lives in search of that name. We do not give them the second and third names.
GypsyWoman almost 13 years ago
The butterscotch/white tabby is Twinkie, Varmit and FatHead. The black cat is Moxie, Varmit and future stuffed cat on my mantle.
rascalszx2 almost 13 years ago
Thomas P. Pussycat
elysummers almost 13 years ago
bad dog dammit
trekkermint almost 13 years ago
mungo / lad the cat / mister mungandshanti / my lady peace / lady cat
Phosphoros almost 13 years ago
My Tommy is sometimes Tommykins. My “Tupper” (male) is “TupperChamp” or “Tupper Sport.” “Fluffy” is sometimes “Flufster Beast”. Wow… I never knew TS Eliot’s three name rule!
K M almost 13 years ago
We had a cat we called Cat. (Long story; not enough space here.) When we had my sister’s future in-laws over one night before the wedding, the future f-i-l looked at our cat (all black with a little, white soul patch) and said, “I’m gonna call you Midnight.” “You can call her anything you want, Anthony,” I told him. “She’s a cat; she won’t come!” Although later in my life I had two cats who would drop whatever they were doing when I went to the mailbox, follow me there as if they were dogs, wait for me to collect the mail, then follow me back to the house and go back to whatever they were doing.
kckayc almost 13 years ago
Granddaughter’s cat is Vespucci von Dookie…. stinkiest litter box in the county.
MattMan_1_00 2 months ago
Well, the one that no one knows but the cat himself is constantly changing as they look for the perfect name. But good old T. S. didn’t say they ONLY have 3 different names;)