What's in a Name - Here's Woody....

My mom Lily was feral and my bean Mom was trying hard to catch her but Lily had us kits before she could.  There was four of us - three white kittens and me a tabby.  Mom bean could not tell the white cats apart so she was seriously considering calling them all George - after George Foreman  who called his sons all George.  But what could they call me then?

So, long story short, Mom called us three guys Norm, Sam and Woody after...wait for it...Cheers, the TV show.  In case you are too young to remember this - Norm is the mail carrier, Sam is the owner played by Ted Danson and Woody is the not so bright (thanks Mom)  bartender played by Woody Harrelson.  Since the fourth white kitten was a girl, Mom went with the George idea anyway for her and called her Georgie.  Don't know hwy she didn't go with Carla or Diane from the show??? Who knows?

So that is my naming story from Cats of Wildcat Woods and I am sticking to it!

What's in a name?

Grace was about 10 months old when she gave birth to her four kittens, somewhere in the wilds of ... Houston! Someone found the mommy and babies after about 4 days and took them all the the Houston SPCA, where the babies were going to be euthanized "because they couldn't feed themselves"!! Good grief! Anyway, Deb and ML rescued them all, and most of us know the story from there ... or you can read it HERE.

Even under those terrifying conditions, the mommacat seemed imperturbable.  Deb named her Grace ... because she was so calm and graceful under all that pressure. And she remains Grace today ... so lovely and almost always calm and loving. Such a treasure, she is! 

Here are the first photos I saw of Grace in late May, 2006:

And here are some photos from when she first came to live with me in June, 2006!

And here is our graceful, always beautiful Grace as a grown-up mommacat!

What's in a Name - Moosey

Hi everybuddy!  It's me, Moosey!

When the people at PAWS first rescued me from a kill-shelter, one of the first things they noticed was my size.  It's not always easy to tell from our blog posts, but I am taller and stockier than lots of other kitties.  So the PAWS folks named me "Moose."  Of course, after I was there for a while, all my human friends saw that I was also a very nice boy, who loved people and got along well with other kitties.  At some point, everybuddy started adding the -y to my name, because they said I was cute, and a sweet and gentle giant.  Mommy and Daddy fell in love with me while they were volunteering at PAWS, and adopted me.  And they thought my name was just right for me.  So we kept it! :)

Thanks to my awesome pals Oui Oui and Abbi for holding this fun event!  I'm looking forward to learning how everybuddy else got their names!

Big hugs and headbonks,

Moosey :)

Fuzzy Tales: What's in a name?

It's been so long since we've participated, probably none of you remembers us. LOL. Blame our so-called servant for that!

Anyway, since this didn't require much creative or intellectual power, she thought she could muster a post for us.

Nicki:

There wasn't any question as to my name. The human knew she would adopt a Nicki at some point, and when she saw me at the pet store adoption centre, she just looked at me and thought, "There's Nicki." I was sitting at the front of the large floor to ceiling cage, and wasn't feeling very well, had an eye infection. So I was quiet when she saw me. (Heh heh, that's how I suckered her!) My shelter names was Gee Whiz, and I all I can say to that is, Uh, gee....

So "Nicki" it was, right from the first!

Derry:

My shelter name was Rock and I had a sister named Roll, as well as a brother who's shelter name I no longer remember. When the human was adopting me, she had a bit of a struggle before my name revealed itself to her. "Derry" is an Irish name, of course, which is odd because she's actually not fond of things Irish. She figures it's related to a past life, her aversion. As for me, I'm not going to reveal how "Derry" occurred to her!

So that's it, nothing terribly interesting at all about how we got our names.  :-)

What's In A Name - Abbi Leala

I'm very up-tailed today because this is the first event I've gotten to co-sponsor. So, you wanna know about my name, huh? Well...

My name was Tabitha, but my name didn't fit in with the theme of A and L names in memory of her mommy's parents, Abe and Leah. Because she'd been calling me Tabby, Mama decided Abbi is close enough to Tabby for me to recognize. She was right. Abbi means "father is rejoicing" and is of Hebrew origins. She also likes my name because it's close to her grandfather's name.

Mama likes French middle names.She looked up the meaning of Leala on a baby names website and found that it's French and it means faithful. It's also a good name, she says, because it's close to her grandmother's name. I'm very faithful and I have lots of fun, so I think my names are just right for me, no matter what Ateret says.

What's in a Name with Raz

Doesn't the Tabby Cat Club have the best events?  I want to thank Oui Oui and Abbi for hosting this fun event!!

I came to live with the Florida Furkids when I was a little dude....wasn't I cute????

I already had the name Razputin and Mom decided that she would see if it "fit".  I know we cats sometimes hide our real names from the humans and make them figure them out.  Anyway.............I really never answered to Razputin but I would turn around a little for Raz.  Mom says when she really wants my attention she says "RAZZIE!"  yeah....whatever.

Mom emailed my foster Mom about my name to ask if it had special meaning  and here's what she said:

"Well no, I just like to pick unusual names as they tend to get more hits on Petfinder. .  And he was really Rasputin which was a rather strange historic figure but I just liked the name and when I get a litter I want to use the same first letter so they will show up on Petfinder together, because they are siblings. . .and Raz just seemed to fit him, he was the runt but very friendly and playful. ."

So...........there it is.  Oh yeah....who are they calling a RUNT?  I'm a big boy!!!!

What's In A Name - Kizzie

Here's a graphic of how  I got my name.  Unfortunately, the spell checker doesn't like my name, but everyone else seems to and many people think it's a pretty name.

 

Before I was adopted, I don't think I had a name, I was just known as "Kitten 1, 2, 3 4 or 5", in the photos of me and my littermates e-mailed to intending adoptee families. 

 

Of these, I would most likely have been Kitten 5, as I was the smallest and therefore probably last in the litter to be born.

 

What's In A Name : Cosmo and Ling

Once Mommy knew we were staying for good, she had the task of naming us. It took her WEEKS because she wanted to get to know our personalities first. Eventually, after countless hours spent surfing the internet for names and their definitions and also watching us, she finally knew what our names were.

Cosmo

For some reason, the name COSMO seem to scream out to Mommy everytime she looked at me. She couldn't find a definition of Cosmo but it sounded fun and goofy, just like me...hey! I'm not goofy! I have so many variants to my name and oh, so embarrassing! Mo-Be, Mo-Me, Mo-Mo, Mo-Ming...you get the idea.

One day, while Mommy was chatting with her cousin about how much was spent when I was hospitalized twice for blockage, her cousin remarked "what do you expect when you named him Cost-More"?  Apparently this was supposed to be funny. *rolls eyes*

Ling

I was almost named Socks for obvious reasons but Mommy said I reminded her of Ling from Ally McBeal and when she looked up the definition of Ling, it was all me! Petite, demure *cough cough* and elegant. Mommy and Daddy liked to hide and yell "BOO!" as I walked by, which made me yell at them. Apparently, they found this fun and so I collected my other name...Ah Boo....

Thank you, Oui Oui for hosting this event!  :) Sorry we are late for the event, but Mommy was a little unwell (she's okay now!).

What's in a Name?

Today's special event is What's in a Name and it's hosted by our pal Oui Oui.


When Mom got me from the rescue they just called me Buff Kitten.  As soon as I came home with her, Mom went to work to figure out what my "real" name was.  Her other kitties had names like Khartoum, Kashmir and Baschert and the kitten who went ORB just before she got me was named Tabriz.

Out came the New Age Baby Book...

After looking at all the names and seeing my response, she found the purrfect name - Tamir!  It is a Hebrew name and it means Tall and stately like a Palm tree.  Who knew we would live in Florida one day which would make it even more purrfect?

Don't I look tall and stately in my official Cat Show photo taken by the great Chanan?  I sure hope Gracie is impressed!!

You know what's even better about this post?  Mom found my adoption papers and now I know my Gotcha Day!!!  It's June 7!  Too bad she missed it but we're going to celebrate it on our blog today anyway!!