I’ve had cats my whole life, lots and lots of them. About every ridiculous name you could imagine has been applied to my furry friends, some of them by me, some by others, some of them by accident.
Almost every cat’s name I can remember:
Cocoa, Blackie, Napster, Whiskers, Gracie, Fluffy, Smuckers, Kimba (previously Flatty and then Flutters), Goldie (2 cats), Cocoa-Vanilla, Pineappler (not a mispelling), Spaz, Midnight, Freefall, Velvet, Chet, Darby, Chester, Jesus, Paczki, Boo-boo, Peaches, Bubbles, Brewster, and I’m sure there’s more but this is a start.
I’ve had one dog in my entire life and it’s name was Deuce. A small dog given to us that we only had for a few months before he was taken away. He usually stayed tied up outside on the porch because of the dozens of cats inside getting him riled up and scared.
Besides cats, I had a couple fish as pets as well. They’re a lot easier to take care but a lot less interesting (and don’t live long). I remember the first time I flushed a fish down the toilet after it was found upside down in the fish bowl. There were no tears. I was old enough already having witnessed death before.