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Welcome to Thursday Coffee Hour. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies and sit a spell and let us know what is new with you. I thought we could talk a bit today about the naming of pets. I have mainly had cats in my life but my Mom inherited a dog from my brother who moved out and couldn't take her with him.

I’m not sure but I suspect that Mom named the dog Ruffles. It isn't exactly a name my brother would have come up with. Ruffles was pure mutt, sweet natured, a coward, and dumb as you can get. Mom loved her however and that made up for everything. Ruffles seemed to suit her as a name because she had a furry rear end that sort of looked like ruffles on a petticoat.

My first cat Zonker was a huge red-orange and gold tabby. He eventually reached 23 pounds, 3½ feet from nose to tip of tail and 15 inches at the shoulder. I named him Beowulf but he quickly got the nickname of Zonker because he was always asleep or zonked-out, as my Mom would say. He was a cat only I could love. He was nasty tempered, arrogant, and a mama’s boy.

Sasha came along as I was immersed in Shogun and the Richard Lester version of the Three and Four Musketeers and he got named Sashiko d'Artagnan after the Michael York version. You know very pretty but a klutz. That was Sasha. He was also the most friendly cat you could ever meet. He was so personable that he ended up being the mascot for my science fiction convention.

 Casper came fully-grown into my home. He was pure white with ice blue eyes. He was big, gentle, and as I told my Mom would make a great Hoosier cat. I could always picture him with a straw stuck out of the side of his mouth and a cold Stohs by his side going “Yup.” His original owner took him to the Vet and said “put him to sleep he’s a pest.” The Vet kept him for a couple of years until I asked if I could adopt him.

Merlin came to me on Mother’s Day. He was 4 weeks old and the litter had been abandoned by the mother cat. I had just finished watching the Hallmark special Merlin and with those big green eyes and the black on him he reminded me of Sam Neil one of my favorite actors and the star of Merlin.

Pixie was one lucky little girl. My Mom had adopted her and she wanted to name her Snickerdoodles. My brother and I vetoed that suggestion. Mike named her Pixie. She also goes by Pixie Doodles Wilson and the Pixster or her absolute favorite Princess Pixie. If ever a cat was perfectly named it is Pixie. She was a mischievous rascal from the very start.

So that is my menagerie. How did you come up with the names for your beloved pets?

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  •  Cookies (20+ / 0-)

    "A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." Oscar Wilde

    by michelewln on Wed May 08, 2013 at 03:13:21 PM PDT

  •  here's the list of my doggies (over 41 years): (7+ / 0-)

    Rufus - a black cockapoo
    Calliope - an apricot cockapoo
    Pilgrim - a yorkie-poo
    Harvey - a Westie with longer legs and floppy ears
    Nickelby - a cairn/silky terrier mix
    Kasper - a maltese/bichon mix
    Pearl - yorkie

    Except for Calliope, who we bought from Lambs Farm which is an organization in IL that provides housing and jobs for mentally handicapped (and the only dog my husband and I raised from a puppy), all of the others are rescues.  Our most recent rescue, Pearl, was 7 years old when we adopted her a year and a half ago.  She'd been a puppy mill breeder.  

    •  Reasons for names: (9+ / 0-)

      I wanted a Malvolio, but he was a Rufus.  
      He dropped me like a hot potato when I met my husband when he was 8 years old, and I told him I would get myself a little blonde dog and call her Calliope.  Which I did.  

      Pilgrim was adopted right before Thanksgiving.  I wanted to name him Dickens, but the family kept vetoing names until I said, "This poor dog deserves a name, and Pilgrim it is."  He was all skin and bones and had been through God knows what.  He'd gone on quite a journey to find his forever home.  That little dog was the Love of My Life, until we lost him to insulinoma.  He was at least 17 years old.  

      Harvey we found in a parking lot, filthy full of mats and a tumor the size of my fist on his foot and cataracts.  He was at least 10 years old.  He looked at me as if to say, "Are you nice?"  The cancer doctors guaranteed me he only had 10 months.  Harvey was our loving little dog for 7 1/2 years.  We found him in the parking lot of Arvey Office Supplies, so he was 'Harvey from Arvey'.

      Nickelby -- I love Dickens' Nickolas Nickleby, but I changed the spelling.  All of our dogs needed us, but we needed Nickelby.  He only shared 6 months with Pilgrim, but if Pilgrim had a seizure he would come to get me and watched over him at all times.  Bless his heart.  

      Kasper - We adopted this little spitfire on January 29, my mother's birthday.  My husband's mother's maiden name was Kasper, and since he was snowy white, it stuck.  

      Pearl was called Jewels at the shelter.  I had been through so much loss, losing Calliope, Harvey, Pilgrim and my husband's two sisters within a two-year span.  Pearl sat on my lap for 45 minutes at the shelter, observing all the dogs that were getting adopted.  I was astonished that she could be that engaged, considering the horrible life she had led.  She was comfortable with me but not engaged with me.  For some reason, I called her 'Pearl', and she turned 270 degrees on my lap and looked into my eyes.  Well, that was that.  

      Currently, we have Kasper, Nickelby and Pearl.  Pearl and Nickelby are probably close in age.  Kasper had just lost his owner when we adopted him and he was under a year.  He's going on 4 now.  

      They are all my babies.  

  •  I adopted Winston (10+ / 0-)

    from a small dog rescue and they had already given him his name. He was picked up by animal control and he didn't have any tags so he needed a new name. And, since he was already answering to his new name, I decided it just made sense to keep it and I do think it suits him.

    The only trouble with retirement is...I never get a day off!

    by Mr Robert on Thu May 09, 2013 at 01:12:21 PM PDT

  •  Hoboken (8+ / 0-)

    is a pure white cat with beautiful blue eyes. My cousin brought him home and tried calling him Frank, Frankie, and Sinatra. He responded to none of them.

    After a few days she said "Sinatra was born in Hoboken, how 'bout that?"

    He was near me so I looked at him and said "How 'bout Hoboken?" He jumped into my lap and so became Hoboken (or Hobo for short). He looks an awful lot like Casper too. Not just his coloring but his body shape as well.

    Divide And Conquer only works if we allow ourselves to be divided--let's not

    by EverGrateful on Thu May 09, 2013 at 01:24:18 PM PDT

  •  Fifteen years ago, I purchased (10+ / 0-)

    a Bischon Frise puppy for my mother.

    His mother's name was Sierra Dawn and I named him Sierra Dawn Tiny Dancer, but that was rather long and the vet. suggested the name Bisquit and it stuck.

    Here's a picture of Bisquit with my mother. He liked to go for rides in the car and he would sit on the center console so he could see out.

    The only trouble with retirement is...I never get a day off!

    by Mr Robert on Thu May 09, 2013 at 01:24:48 PM PDT

  •  Boo and Shippo (8+ / 0-)

    Actually peek a boo, the cat, used to hide and leap from ambush. Shippo, a happy, friendly muppet who is a bit of a coward. Add two feral pups we found and named Dottsie and Sadie after the disk world characters known as 'the agony aunts' who are enforcers for 'the ladies of negotiable affection'

    No matter where you go....there you are

    by Shippo1776 on Thu May 09, 2013 at 01:25:23 PM PDT

  •  We currently have recycled cats (4+ / 0-)

    and so they came with names attached: Jack, Jill, Ben-Bob, and Talley. No real stories about their names.

  •  Namer of Snakes (6+ / 0-)

    Your theme reminded me of a short diary I did on Street Prophets way back when.  It's short:

    When we were visiting a friend of ours in Madison this past weekend, she and her boy were showing us their menagerie of snakes. While we were all passing around ophidians, for some reason, (I no longer recall why) we were also discussing the subject of Faith Healing.

    I was discoursing (learnedly, I thought) on St. Paul's prayers regarding the Thorn In His Side. (2 Corinthians 12:7-9, if you're interested).

    Lute, who knows all my material and so sensibly was paying more attention to the bull snake she was handling, asked what the snake's name was.

    I misunderstood who she was talking about, and so I said "St. Paul."

    "Actually, we call him 'Roommate'," our host said dryly, "but if you want to call him 'St. Paul', go right ahead!"

    "Ah," I said. "Well, as you know, that is because Scripture tells how he was once bitten by an apostle and miraculously took no harm."

    "Okay, that's it. From now on the snake's name is St. Paul"

    Actually, we have since learned that the bull snake is a female, and so our friend changed the name to "St. Paula".

    "All the World's a Stage and Everyone's a Critic." -- Mervyn Alquist

    by quarkstomper on Thu May 09, 2013 at 01:54:20 PM PDT

  •  I try to match names to personality... (9+ / 0-)

    Our cat, a silver tabby is named Dorina or "Dori" for short. She's named after a Dhamphire in a book series I read, who tries to do good by killing vampires who break the rules, and has to fight her nature and natural 'grumpiness' and black out rages to do it. Dori the cat is.. of course a cat. She gets periods of grumpiness when she hides and wants to be left alone. She gets periods when she's a shoulder cat all day. She's generally a good cat. So the name fits her (and as a silver tabby she's halfway between basement cat and ceiling cat).

    Freya is a 10 year old Catahoula Leopard dog we got from a shelter when she was around 2 years old. She had been severely abused and starved, in part by the shelter. But even so she was very loving and very motherly to a friend's chihuahua puppy, as well as a kitten. She's a calm dog who doesn't like to play much (but she will play with other animals just not toys). She does some behavioral therapy work with our son (her calm nature helps here) as well as asthma and seizure alert at home. She doesn't go out into the community to work however because she has a problem with other big dogs (that aren't puppies, puppies she's fine with no matter the size), and she has food issues.

    Sophie had her name and was responding to it when we got her so I kept hers. It just seems to fit her. She's very laid back for a Chihuahua and takes her work seriously, and yet, when she's off duty she's playful, runs the agility course with my daughter, and likes to play tug of war with her giraffe toy.

    Other dogs in the past:

    Sadie: Came with her name from the shelter.

    G'Kar: A German Shepard with an attitude who loved to play. If you've ever seen B5, you understand.

    Emm was a gray tabby who was named for the M on his forehead.

    Chips was a border collie/blue heeler mix who was my son's first behavioral dog. He was named for the blue/black spots in the white patches on his chest and neck.

    Gizmo was a Lhasa Apso I was given when she was a tiny puppy. Her full name was Lady Gizmo Duck Magwi Li-Hi. When she was puppy she looked just like a Magwi. And the within a week of bringing her  home I was watching Duck Tales and she perked up and barked every time Gizmo Duck was mentioned (because her name was in there obviously). Li-Hi were the first two letters of each of her parents names.

    Vicky aka Victoria was a half Persian all white cat I used to have. She was cuddly and playful, but she looked all stuck up. I knew a girl in school who was like that, so she got the name.

    "Madness! Total and complete madness! This never would've happened if the humans hadn't started fighting one another!" Londo Mollari

    by FloridaSNMOM on Thu May 09, 2013 at 01:54:54 PM PDT

  •  Had a cat named Talbot (6+ / 0-)

    He got that name because his hairy, dark face reminded me of Lawrence Talbot, the Wolf Man.
    When he went forward, we got a COC (CrazyOrangeCat) that our kid insisted be called Talbot.
    That worked out OK. T2 hung with us for almost 18 years.
    Currently, we have a Tabby named Finnegan, as persnickety and finnicky as any old uncle from Eire.
    We also have a yard cat. He showed up a couple months ago.
    He doesn't get close but he doesn't run anymore. Good things happen for him in the yard so, he hangs around.
    One afternoon, my wife and I were watching him eat and trying to come up with a grand name for this notched eared old warrior.
    While pondering names our daughter, home for a visit, came into the kitchen, opened the fridge and exclaimed, "Pickles!".
    I started laughing like all get out.
    The noble survivor in the yard is called Pickles.

    "You're a dedicated swallower of fascism." Billy Bragg

    by Heianshoka on Thu May 09, 2013 at 02:08:49 PM PDT

  •  My kitty came from a shelter with (5+ / 0-)

    the uninspired name of Sugar. She was a tiny fit-in-one-hand puff of pale orange fur with gorgeous orange eyes. So I called her Hunaja (Finnish for Honey) because it suited her better.

    Now she's 10 years old, weighs 16+ lbs including cattitude, and has gorgeous green eyes....

  •  This is Kitty Kitty: (4+ / 0-)

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    He was named by our son, who was two when we moved into the house where we met Kitty Kitty.  Kitty Kitty was a stray who already lived in the yard.  No one in neighborhood knew where he came from.  He was already neutered and clearly liked people, but he was painfully shy and frightened by everyone.  

    He eventually approached my son and allowed him to pet him.  Then he brought us a dead mouse, proving his usefulness.  My son called him Kitty Kitty and the name just stuck, kind of like our relationship with the cat.  Kitty Kitty is a sweet, affectionate cuddler, so it's hard to imagine how or why he was on his own.  Oddly, once he knew that we had adopted him and he was safely a pet again, the cat dropped my son like a hot rock and wouldn't let the kid get near him for almost two years!

    Given that he was named by a two-year-old, we were always kind of grateful he picked "Kitty Kitty" and not Tinky-Winky or Zaboomafoo or one of those talking British trains.  LOL.      

    Metaphors be with you.

    by koosah on Thu May 09, 2013 at 02:30:53 PM PDT

  •  Peeps (3+ / 0-)
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    The Marti, michelewln, Louisiana 1976

    The short version of Mr Peepers, my first cat. A big orange Persian mix with perfect horn rimmed glasses encircling his eyes.  A Wally Cox tv program named the same was a must watch waaaaay back in the day.

  •  My last cat, Lucky (1+ / 0-)
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    got that name because I was at Barnes & Noble one day flipping through a book about a black cat named Lucky. I thought that was a cool name for a black cat and decided that if I got a black cat I'd name it Lucky. Sometime later I got a black cat--and Lucky was its name.

    My current cat is named Tiger Lily. That was the name she had at the shelter.

    "We are all New Orleans now."--Barbara O'Brien So many books--so little time. Economic Left/Right -7.88 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian -6.97

    by Louisiana 1976 on Thu May 09, 2013 at 06:59:20 PM PDT

  •  Dog named "Rowdy." Self-explanatory. (1+ / 0-)
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  •  Well, let's see. (1+ / 0-)
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    I've had a Merlin who was black and was sure he knew everything and ruled the world.
    Kore was named for a goddess because I had just converted.
    Cameline is named for a medieval sauce...which is ginger and cinnamon and is tart and spicy, and a little goes a long way...and she's a long-haired orange tabby with Attitude, so it suits her.
    Puck is black. He, however, is a rather dim lump of love. He occasionally decides to stir the shit and mess with Cameline, who then, despite being half his size, beats him up one side and down the other. He runs to me crying, and I laugh at him.

    We also had a beagle named Cecelia, because St. Cecelia is the patron saint of music and beagles sing.

    When you come to find how essential the comfort of a well-kept home is to the bodily strength and good conditions, to a sound mind and spirit, and useful days, you will reverence the good housekeeper as I do above artist or poet, beauty or genius.

    by Alexandra Lynch on Thu May 09, 2013 at 09:23:10 PM PDT

  •  When I was about twelve, I got my first cat. I'd (1+ / 0-)
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    been asking for a kitten for years, and my parents finally gave in.  He was all black, with a Siamese mother, so I called him Thai.  I found out as I grew up that there are lots and lots of Siamese cats called Thai, but I don't know how many black, half-Siamese cats have that name.

    My second cat was the first one my husband and I got together.  We'd both had black cats when we were young, so we were looking for a black one.  Our city had one of those little newspapers where people advertise their stuff for sale or kittens to give away, etc., and we soon found someone advertising black kittens. We picked a feisty little boy, and named him Jedi.  It always seemed to fit him well.

    Now we have a cat who showed up at our house and adopted us.  She was probably about five months old when she first showed up.  We tried to find out if she belonged to anyone, but no one claimed her.  I think there may have been too many cats in the place where she'd been living, and she eventually struck out on her own.  She's a dilute calilco, gray and light brown on top, with a white tummy and paws and white on the bottom part of her face.  I called her Moonbeam, because the gray and white remind me of the moon, and the light orangey-brown remind me of the beams shining from it.

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