For Navi, the left cat, we call her Chunka Munk, Plasticat, and Ms. Infected Lips.
For Scorpi, the cat on the right, we call him Mr. Small, Spider Cat, and Crybaby.
Meriadoc aka Merry aka Merry Berry
Pippin aka pip boy aka pipsqueak
I have never seen a cat look so much like one of those worm-on-a-string toys
Here is mon chat, mon chameau, mon chaton, mon petit, mon petit prout, my darling, my princess, my good girl, my delicate cupcake, my pweshuss and so on. Yes she is bilingual.
Mon p’tit prout 💨
Heureusement que les voisins ne comprennent pas quand je l’appelle 🤣
I don’t speak French but that emoji gives me a clue what that nickname might mean 😅
I think you’ve got it right, she is indeed a little fart
Pçpçpçpçpçpç
Precious and Vicious, can you guess which one is which?
I’m going to guess vicious is the one on the left, given the right cat’s wary look.
Yup, Juno is always on guard next to Nova.
Surely the latter has to be the tortie
Yup, torties love to start shit
Rocky (a.k.a. Brown-noser) and Adrian (a.k.a. Monkey face)
That is just a ridiculous nose. The nickname is apt!
This is Lucy, but at some point early on in our relationship my wife started calling her Chichi and it’s stuck.
Po’ Boy (Handsome Man)
Pepper Pepper Pepper (Pretty Kitty)
They are adorable!
They are! I was only going to get one cat after a nasty divorce, but found out they were a bonded pair and went home with two. They keep the silence at bay. I couldn’t picture my life without them.
For our Triscuit, we call her Triss most of the time. We really want another cat, a black one, to name Yennifer.
My black car is the most loving creature I’ve ever met. I hope you get a good one!
I’m more partial to red cars myself. :P
Lol I’m leaving it
I have a William Shakespeare and an Edgar Allan Poe! We generally call them William and Edgar, sometimes “Babies” when referring to them collectively, and sometimes “You little shit!!!” when Edgar is up to no good.
Those are two cute voids. Do you ever get them confused? Do they have any defining characteristics?
They’re different sizes for starters, William is a bit beefier and Edgar is slimmer. Also their fur is a different consistency, Edgar is slicker and more shiny. On top of that, their meows are so different and Edgar is extremely chatty. Normally the only time we get them confused is from a distance or late at night when we’re shouting at whoever is being bad.
That’s really funny. I have two voids and they’re also determined by their fur texture and voices.
Usually she was Sasha, but if there was ham in the room, she was Ham Cat.
We lost her about two years ago.
I lost my first cat to FELV before he turned a year old. Losing a cat hurts a lot. I hope you and yours are getting by okay.
Cutie Pie Pumpkin Butt
A friend of mine calls his boy Luci (yes, a nod to the Disenchantment series) “a sack of buttkicks”.
The ginger is Sunny, and he is an old man adopted from the RSPCA, months after his first hooman died, and my own 12 year old ginger passed from pancreatic cancer. I call him Fluff Butt, Floofus and Furbag, but at 4 am in the morning, he thinks his name is “Fucking shut up, cat!”. It has taken 2 years since I adopted him, for him to make eye contact or to even purr, but I’m pretty sure he loves me now! He never misses pat and brush time. I think his previous hooman was a woman, and I’m male, so it was a big change along with the grieving. I love him!
The voidie is Zebby and he belongs to a neighbour, but has bonded to Sunny and myself and eats, plays, sleeps at our place. If he’s not harrassing Sunny, he is glued to my ankle, or asleep in my lap. I call him shithead, meatball, stinky cat and other such endearments, but he is the most loving cat I’ve ever known. When he spots me outside, even if he is with his actual owner, or the girls up the road who fawn over him, he will instantly RUN to me, and as he gets closer, his tail goes from horizontal to vertical, and as he arrives he jumps so his head contacts my hand, because he simply can’t wait for me to bend and pat him. At such times, I call him Dancer or Prancer because he looks like he’s dancing around me. I think it breaks his owners heart but she is very gracious about it, even offering to bring food for him so I am not out of pocket. I have great neighbours, both feline and human.
Edit: I just recently found out that Sunny visits Zebby’s owner every day for pats, so the circle is complete :)The stories of both cats are adorable and heartwarming. Congratulations on not giving up and sticking with your adopted cat for those two years!
I grew up next to a Norwegian neighbour who called our cat “Kattepus”, and I have apparently picked up and kept the habit of referring to my own cat that way. He’s also called Baggy, because being a black cat everyone wanted me to name him Bagheera
So, his actual name is Louie. In no particular order, he also goes by:
Louie
Lewis
Douglas Luis
Doug
Duggie
Duggie boy
Doog
Dooglarse
Dougie Howser MD
King Louie the XIV
Lewis Hamilton (but said in a French accent for some reason)
Handsome boy
Chuuchi boy
Their names are Booker and Hollow
Booker’s nicknames are Book, Bookbookbookbookbook, Stinky, and Baby because his meow is tiny and he’s baby
Hollow’s nicknames are Mister Man, Kermit (his meow sounds like Kermit swallowing a tennis ball), Holla at ya homeboy, Stinky, and Chocolate Boi because he turns chocolate brown in the sunlight.
They’re both so stupid and I love them.
