OT: Pet Names~!

It won't, it will starve - and I don't want to think about the lab tests that proved that. I can see it would be true, I remember people (who needed mousers) saying they were feeding the cat less in order to encourage it to hunt.

Our weather knows I was going out this evening. I was talking to a friend who lives in Chester and she was remarking on her iced up windows etc and here it was still sunny. The rain is just starting now, which would be right and it looks like the freezing stuff too. I think we should look for cheapo fares and meet somewhere in the Caribbean !

Or invade Lucille and Gillian. I'd bring chocolate ;-)

I'll bring the vino tinto lol

If you're willing to sleep on a blow up mattress, or in a sleeping bag, you don't even have to bring chocolate.

Where is natural selection that keeps that gene

Count me in...

Don't tempt me!

Well apparently some scientists say that is the down side of neutering and spaying.

I'll take the mattress and will still bring chocolate

Our Cavalier has a terrifically long coat, so when it`s wet outside she looks a mess until she`s dry. (Plus a very waggy tail!) She`s now usually known as "Waggymuffin" or "Wag" for short (her real name is Maggie).

Pat

We had a Siamese kitten that we named Surija Spartacus. He soon became Sparky-Puss - and eventually just "Sparky".

Pat

"lucretia borgia" wrote >>>>

My cats certainly bear that out--Harriet was a consumate mouser, as is Alice, who has been loaned out on occasion to old houses near open areas to rid them of mice. Both hunted for the sport, and didn't usually eat the mice (Harriet preferred to present them as gifts up and down our street). Louise had no interest at all, Fred seems affronted by them and leaves. Buster (yeah, I have another rescue) is a barn cat and likely has potential.

Dawne

Many years ago, I had a parakeet without a name. Friend arrived, took one look, and said "He' s pretty slick" - He became, Slick,Slicky, Slicker, Slickerinibus - on the spot. He later learned to 'say' "I'm pretty slick".

The mash would be the spent barley mash from the local brewery. My uncle fed it to his cattle, and as kids we loved to stick out hands into the fresh still-warm mash and eat it. It was like a sweetish barley porridge. Most breweries will give it away free to a local farmer for cattle or pig feed.

I'm in the process right now of experimenting with the spent mash from a local brewery. I'll let folks know how (or if) it turns out.

MargW

Good to keep the numbers up lol You're a softie !

That's it, I don't think there was brewery near him. It smelled - well like cooked hay and corn cob; it was for the cows, but the cats liked it too. And since I now know what a brewery mash smells like, it is sort of the same. But not entirely. Clear as mud!

Another favorite smell was the dog kibble - also in the barn, eaten by certain cats with hot from the cow milk. It smelled and tasted like Indian pudding - corn meal and molasses - a crunchy nugget form.

No wonder some of those cats didn't mouse.

Cheryl

How do you know hotw it tasted - were you eating the kibble too Cheryl? (RDH)

Linda

That's pronounced "bouquet", right?

sue

Yep, if I was mad at him, Bouquet lol However he weighed 30lbs and his vet always said he was mis-named, it should have been Onslow.

Funny. With our first dog, exDH & I had a name the dog contest - you can only imagine what our essentially academic, researchy type engineer & scientist friends came up with. Hence, the dog ended up named "RhoVee" - I expect Fred will get it - maybe Cheryl. Easier than Rho Vee Squared and sounded kind of dog name like - plus, appropriate for a pair of fluid dynamicists. That was my lab-border collie mix, who indeed had a lot of momentum.

My cocker, who was a lovely black, with a white stripe down his chest, had been named by the nieces and nephew - with their insane mother - "Oreo Cookie Boy" - and was registered as such. So we called him Oreo - and hoped no one took it wrong.

The current pooch, Puckster, well, DH is always saying his name very clearly when introducing him, along with "like a hockey puck" for explanation. What can I say. We'll see what then next one gets.

Wierdest horse name I had - a lovely bucksking QH named "Spooky-Linky" - and she was spooky - think she'd rubbed some folks off down in Texas, and when we got her at auction, well, the name stuck. I loved that horse, though she was a handful with anyone over about 75 pounds.

Ellice