So far we have had a few cats in the family and our own ones after moving out...
Jasper, Minnie, Yoda, Monty, Bo, 2 X Poppy, Buffy, Charlie, Tigger, Pip, Muffin, Gizmo, and others....

One of the others being Templeton. Named after "The Face" in the A-team as he was so cute. Never came home with a wad of cash, ferarri and a girl on his arm though.

Unfortunately as we were due to move back into student accomodation we had to give him up. We took him to a farm just outside Lancaster which had a cattery.

He was sat on my lap in the car on the way up there. We had to stop at one point as a farmer was moving cattle down the road to another field. It was summer and we had the windows down, as the cows went either side of the car one of them stuck its nose through the window. Templeton freaked and literally shat himself and then tried to escape but only managed to claw my hands to pieces. I was a bit of a mess.

When we got to the farm the farmers wife was in hysterics as her dad had just been taken ill so the farmer showed me where I could clean myself up, poured half a bottle of dettol on my cuts and sent us packing.

We were upset that we didn't get to goodbye to our cat. Oh and I was a bit miffed about the seemingly unfeasible amount of shit that can be stored up by tiny animals.
(garfi3ld, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 9:08, Reply)

My Elephant
When I was a boy my family moved to India. My father was working for a tea company and was transferred to Bombay to manage business there. I was very lonely and had no friends because I had a private teacher. My parents were overprotective, so I didn't get out much.
When my parents noticed my sadness they decided to give me a pet Elephant for my 7th birthday. It was a huge and beautiful animal, fully grown and already trained in one of the most famous Elephant schools of India. I immeadiately fell in love with my new grey companion. He was so sweet and fun to play with. He would lift me up into the air with his trunk and spray me with water when it was hot. Against the protest of my parents I let him sleep in my room, even in my bed. When it was Monsun time we frolicked around the house every day. Our favourite game was hide and seek. Needless to say that he lost every time. And that's how he got his name. I called my beloved Elephant Mr. Hidenotrunk.
(Ollsen, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 8:56, Reply)

Having too many physicists for friends...
We named our cat Schroedinger, after the quantum physicist famous for his theoretical experiment with a cat. Makes for interesting visits to the vet.
(livingtoloaf, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 8:55, Reply)

Guinea Pig and Snake..
Had a small and, for some reason, very nervous guinea pig called BBQ... It did not help by my continually pointing at it and shouting "BBQ THE GUINEA PIG!".

I also had a snake called microwave who was a lot more chilled as he could not hear me :)

Once you have a naming convention stick with it I reckon :) If I ever have kids (and I bloody hope not) I think social services will intervene... :P
(gothictigger, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 8:46, Reply)

I hate cats...
...but when my fiancee (who is from the midlands) moved down south to be with me she was devestated at having to leave her two cats behind, so I bought her a beautiful little ginger kitten for her twenty-first birthday.

The cat was sexed in the shop as female. I pointed out to the assistant that ginger fur is a primarily dominant characteristic in males (ginger females are extremely rare) so could she check again? All in all the cat was checked three times.. definately female. So imagine my surprise whent he cat sprouted two hairy testicles a few weeks later. Not so much of a problem, only we'd named the cat Belldandy (after a female anime character).

Of course, this less-than-macho-name was the least of his worries, since (me hating cats and all) he has managed to irritate me to distraction and will now only come to the name that I call him.

Sue isn't too impressed at having a cat named C-U-N-T.
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 8:43, Reply)

Dead
My best mate's little cousin always wanted a pet, so she befriended a fly. It landed on the ceiling one day and never moved again. Someone told her it was dead, but she ended up thinking that that was its name. Dead the fly is still there, imperceptibly rotting away under the affection of a 4 year old girl.
( WhiteDevil has finally put in a siggy., Thu 26 Feb 2004, 6:52, Reply)

3 Dobermans
called Jesus, Mary and Joseph
(mouser, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 6:49, Reply)

Oh, and I used to have an amphibious lizard called 'Tiny'
Because he was my-newt

badum-tish!
( NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 5:51, Reply)

I have a hamster called gonads
because he has huge bollocks.
( NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 5:50, Reply)

Well....
Ours was named Ricky Retardo, purely for the fact that he was dumber than two bricks. Constantly walked into closed doors, walls, somehow ended up in the toilet more than once, and ate fuzz. His brother, Gimpy, couldn't walk a straight line, and therefore fell off the couch rather often.
First post! Woo!
(BoringOldDragon, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 5:19, Reply)

I had a hamster
when I was in uni, called Psychorentboy.
He was an escapologist and an acrobat.
Example: I went away for a day, leaving him locked in his cage, which was well stocked up with food and water.
When I returned, all the food was gone, the cage door had been forced open and he had vanished.
I found him a few hours later. He had negotiated a locked door, two flights of stairs, a closed kitchen door and somehow managed to scale the sides of one of those great big plastic flip-top kitchen bins, dived in and was feasting on random crap in the bottom of the bin liner.
He was a great little hamster, up until he had a stroke and began vigorously gnawing away at his body.
He was rather messed up and I had to decapitate him. RIP Psychorentboy.
( Kallus speaks for the Spores, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 5:03, Reply)

we had a persian cat
if you don't know much about them, they simply cannot groom themselves - you have to do it for them. and with the long hair, every time he did his business it would stick to the fur around his rear. we renamed him "pooper". eventually he was shaved and so the problem was solved; the name stuck.
(retro, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 4:48, Reply)

Had a black cat
and I named her Lucky.

My roommate had other ideas though. Lucky hated him, and she went to great lengths to make his life hell. Walking all over his work, tipping over his big glass of Coca-Cola all the time, hissing, scratching, you get the picture.

So he said "Lucky" was really just short for "Lucifer", so that's what he called her for the rest of her fiesty little life.
(tookishlad, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 4:33, Reply)

Pet Names
I had three fish, A gold fish, Fruit, A fish with stripes, Tiger, and A Sucker Fish, Shark... Well Tiger died and Fruit and Shark Didn't get along so I got another gold fish, that ended up being Named Hitler (he had the hitler mustache). About a week later, All the fish were dead... Fruit and Shark were murdered by Hitler, and they floated to the top... and Hitler.. Was a shrivled mass of dead fish at the bottom...

What's that saying???
(stolendevotions, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 4:23, Reply)

Thug Life
Out cat was called Thug because he as a kitten he would beat up all his brothers and sisters.

He was originaly our neighbours cat but when they left the country he lived wild for a few years when he gained his reputation as the hardest cat on the street. He then adopted my family whilst at the same time pursading some other people on the street that they should feed him too along with the monopoly he had on late night kebab/KFC bits from passing drunks.

He ran our neighbourhood, and all the local school kids knew his name. If he had been a human he would have driven an escalade, worn lots of medalions and have a 2pac style THUG LIFE tattoo.

Also his dad must have been a bit of ladies cat due to the number of local cats who look just like Thug in the surrouing streets.

Unfortunatly he died last month but he will live on thanks to him being in one of the keyframes in the phase 3 m3tatween :-)
( Fonz, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 3:53, Reply)

Friends wanted a dog...
A couple I know have always wanted a dog, but work full-time, so don't have the time to look after one properly. They have already decided it would be called Carpet.

So they got a cat instead, and called it Curtains, with the ultimate plan that it would go with the Carpet.

A couple of years after that they got another cat, and called it Windows. Many times I've felt stupid round out their house, shouting Curtains and Windows down the street, but at least Bill Gates hasn't sued.

Edit - just remembered, friends of the family when I was growing up had a cat called Supersuds.

My only personal contribution to pet names was a goldfish I had called Swimmy. Imagination overload. Still, lived longer than my friend's, which was called Bryan Robson.
(godspants, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 3:47, Reply)

My housemates cat is called Parsley
When Parsley was a kitten he was raped by another housemates cat whilst using the cat tray. So, when asked "why won't your cat use a tray?" my friend answers "he was raped by Satan when he was a kitten, wont go near cat litter now."

Yes, the other cat was called Satan.
(Bus Turd, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 3:45, Reply)

We had a gerbil called Ghandi
that is all
( BamaSS, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 3:18, Reply)

B.T.
My friend was doing an experiment for her zoology class on habituation of beta fish to color stimulation (these are the siamese fighting fish that turn brighter colors when agitated). She bought three of them for the experiment, and promised to give me one (her choice) when it was over. My prize? A fish she had named Bitch Tits. I kept the name, but called him B.T. for short. Please note this has nothing to do with my nick AFish, however... um.
(AFish, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 2:44, Reply)

Burninate!
If any of you have ever heard of Homestarrunner(which you probably have...).Well, My boyfriends is slightly obsessed and he names his dog Trogdor. (And he calls his niece Phil)
(Twiggyslh, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 2:17, Reply)

one
of my friends has a cat called BOONG.

For the unenlightened, a not-very-nice term for an Australian aborigine.

And they have absolutely NO shame in walking outside in the morning and yelling phrases like "BOONG YA DIRTY COON WHERE ARE YOU??!"

Good thing he lives in a white suburban area.
(kupsta, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 1:48, Reply)

Ravenous bugblatter fish of traal, Shut up and Piss off
are my 3 goldfish.
Shut up and Piss off are ex-Adolf\Fish\Rasputin\Sushi\Socks

Growing up I had mousey, fishy, taddy(tadpole)and woody (woodlouse) because I was so very imaginative.
(smokey ribena, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 1:22, Reply)

Feel like calling your dog in from outside?
Black dog called nigger (not mine)...

"Hey Nigger! get here you cranberry!"
(bungbung, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 1:02, Reply)

Hawkings
I've got a dog (Black Lab, german shepard mix) When we got him, were going to name him after some famous genius, so someone suggested einstein, I decided that was too overused, and named him Hawkings instead, but, through lazy speech, his name has degenerated into Hawkins.

As a somewhat ironic note, he is one of the stupidest and most hyperactive dogs I've ever encountered.
(TSGarp, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 0:44, Reply)

We keep koi carp...
...and have a magnificent goshiki by the name of Oscar. - So called because he got an infection a while ago, and had to be quarantined away from the other fish until he'd healed. - The best receptacle we could find was a dustbin.
( enorelboT, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 0:22, Reply)

Marmalade the Cat


My cat is called Marmalade. Mainly because he's orange. But mainly because he's a stupid thick b*stard. He's also an alcoholic (apologies for repost) and he tends to walk across my keyboard while I'm trying to type very important messagiegr4092588kljflj.
( HSDriver was probably still at work on, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 0:17, Reply)

my guinea pig is called skywalker
but only 'cos my girlfriend at the time wouldn't let me call him Piggy Smalls/Notorious P.I.G. (he now uses all three names)
( GTA, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 0:16, Reply)

Little Kid next door...
Not really anything to do with pet names at all but worth a mention

This kid next door came round to play with my little brother and bless him, he opened the conversation with "my dog had diarrhea and went to Jesus"
(Camp David, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 0:13, Reply)

my bird
i had a parakeet that i named woody after the cartoon woodpecker. Turns out the parakeet was female. Ironic on two different levels.
(Philosophacles Now is my chance to be funny, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 0:06, Reply)

pretty polly?
hmmm... i had a friend who looked after someone's african grey parrot for a bit while the owner went travelling. The parrot got stressed by this situation and plucked all its own feathers out. They renamed it "Oven-ready".
(The Young Punx, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 0:03, Reply)