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Anyone who has wandered through here more than a couple of times knows that I am crazy for cats and their people. I would like to have a dog and a couple of birds and maybe someday I will. Right now the diva girlcat who lives here will not allow it and since she is 18 I will bend to her rule.
Anyway, Dimple at Meditations of My Heart has shared pictures of her beautiful cat, Ghost. Go look at them, he is so handsome. While there I got to thinking about how we name our pets. Dimple’s cat is very aptly named.
I had a big white cat, Kitzie. He got his name because He would come to me when I would say kitzie kitzie kitzie. He was a great cat, saved my life once. Really! I will tell you about it one day.
My girlcat, the diva, is named Dolly, because she is a little doll. My boy, who is now in heaven, was named Hannah until she went to the vet to be spayed. Hey, stop laughing, sometimes it is hard to tell boys and girls in kittens, it could happen to you! Well, obviously her name was changed to Henry so he wouldn’t be teased unmercifully by bad bully cats.
Growing up we had many dogs, Susie, Skipper, Duchess, and Missy are the ones I remember best. As for cats, there were so many. Pete was the first then came Mittens who had kittens—often. She had so many kittens the only name I remember is Maxwell.
We also had fish, hamsters, mice, and birds. I will have to remember to tell you about the parakeet, Willie. He was a hoot–or a chirp–whatever–he had personality.
Today, I think people who won’t have a pet because they think they are dirty or too much work have some sort of heart imbalance.