Naming the Animals
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
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Most authors can't truly engage with a story until they have found exactly the right names for their major characters. Pets are major characters in our real lives, and naming them is also a special process for some of us. What names have you chosen for your pets? And what led you to choose those names?
Patricia Potter
Tara Taylor Quinn
Maggie Shayne
Anne Stuart
Suzanne Forster
Lynn Kerstan
4 Comments :
Great topic!
I had a cat long ago. My oldest daughter adopted her and brought her home and named her Gordita, Spanish for little fat girl. We called her Gordy. When Gordy died years later, a new cat showed up on my doorstep on Samhain morning. She was very arrogant and bossy. I was watching Buffy religiously and it was the season of my favorite villain, Glorificus. So that's what I named the stray. I still have her. She's the embodiment of her namesake. I call her Glory for short, and never realized how much alike Gordy and Glory sound until recently.
My great dane was named by my mother, who was her first owner. Her full name is Long, Tall Sally. It comes from a song, but it also fits the dog.
And Wrinkles, the English Bulldog--well it was a description of her wrinkly puppy face when she was a newborn.
All mine are rescue dogs and have had a name before I acquired them. I never tried to change any of them, figuring the dogs had enough trauma in their lives to have to learn yet another name. But one was Ben, and if he had not already been named that, I would have given him that moniker. He looked exactly like Benji in the movie and was just a Ben kind of guy.
I currently have two cats. One was a ferral cat when we found her, full grown, but only weighing about 5 lbs. We enticed her into the house and named her Squirt. My other cat is a male, nearly completely black and I named him MIB after "Men In Black," one of my favorite movies.
robyn in Iowa
I currently have two cats -- brothers from the same litter, although they look totally different. I adopted them about 18 months after my previous cat died. It had taken me that long to be ready for another pet.
But long before I actually adopted them, I knew I was going to get two kittens, preferably from the same litter so they could grow up together. And one of them was going to be named Pepper. Because I dreamed it.
About 6 months after my other cat died, I had a relatively normal dream. But in the dream, I had a cat and the cat's name was Pepper.
After choosing two kittens to adopt, I was asked if I had names for them. I decided to call the black and white tuxedo kitten Jax. Mostly because I thought it was a cool name.
For the orange tabby kitten, I wasn't sure. The foster mother offered that her daughter had called him Peppermint before they realized he was a boy. And since then, they'd called him P.
And that was that. His name just had to be Pepper. I couldn't fight fate or destiny.
So Jax and Pepper it is -- my two boys. :)
Julie
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