Meerkat's Kitty Kartoon

Greetings Furriends! Meerkat here, of The Furry Bambinos. My Kitty Kartoon:

And a photo of me:

I am pleased with the result. Thanks Oui Oui's Mom for the great instructions!

Moosey's Kitty Kartoon :)

Hi Everybuddy!  It's me, Moosey!  Check out my cartoon self that my sweet friend Oui Oui's Mommy created (Fanks, Oui Oui's Mommy!).  Isn't it cute? :)

Hugs and headbonks,

Moosey

Padre's Kitty Kartoon

Hello Furriends! It is I, Padre, Elder StatesCat of The Furry Bambinos. Thanks to Oui Oui for hosting this event! And special thanks to Oui Oui's Mom for explaining how to make a Kitty Kartoon! Without further ado, here is my Kitty Kartoon:

And here is The Real McCoy for comparison purposes:

Other than making me look kind of crabilated, I would say this is a good likeness of me.

Kitty Kartoons ~ Socks

Today is also my parents 25th Wedding Anniversary so I would like to wish them a Happy Anniversary. ~Socks, From Alasandra, The Cats & A Dog

Oui Oui's Kitty Kartoon

Here I am all cartooned up.  My mom thinks I look pretty cute as a cartoon, but not as cute as I am in real life.  Either way, I'll take it!

Tamir's Kitty Kartoon

Okay furriends, Mom is pretty lame at this stuff so I guess I can't complain TOOO much.  This is my Kitty Kartoon.

Sheesh....she made me look so....GIRLY!!!!

Love,
Tamir (the MANCAT!)

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!).

Grace ... and her names

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

It isn't just one of your holiday games;

You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,

Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey -

All of them sensible everyday names.

MommaGrace (with two of her sons)

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,

Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -

But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,

A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,

Else how can he keep his tail perpendicular,

Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Grace: "From the English word grace, which ultimately derives from Latin gratia. This was one of the virtue names created in the 17th century by the Puritans."

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,

Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -

Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there's still one name left over,

And that is the name that you never will guess;

The name that no human research can discover -

But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.

???

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

- T.S. Eliot

(from Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats)

Kizzie's What's In A Name

What's in a Name?

OK, here is da story of how I got to be Wendell.

After something called 9/11 Mom was sad and scared and finally decided that a cat would help her feel better. She had thought about getting a kitteh for a long time but one Friday morning she just decided dat today was the day and she got out her phone book (yeah, dey still had those back then) and found da name of one of the shelters near her.

My first full day home.

At da shelter, after I made her choose me, they didn't have any little cat boxes to put me in. So they put me in an old dog biscuit box which was very demeaning and they taped it up and Mom put it in the passenger seat of the Honda and started driving home and of course she got lost. And I started crying from inside da box so she opened da top a little bit to pet me.

She's so stupid.

I exscaped from da box and crawled right into her lap. Den I stuck my head in da steering wheel 'cause I wanted to drive and get us unlost.

I got a little bigger over da years.

And den Mom got all, "Wendell, no!" Basically she needed a name to give me to tell me not to do something. And she'd thought about the name Wendell before and it just sort of came out. Den I went to sleep in her lap and she droved home.

She threw a bunch of other names around. I was almost Ethan. Ethan! But den her friend Patti came over and said, "No, this is a Wendell," which was confusing 'cause I thought I was a cat.

And dat's how I became Wendell. Sometimes she calls me Turkey Butt or Itchie Cunningham or Stinky Pete or Baby Boy or Buddy but mostly I'm Wendell.  Here is a video from da day after I came home.

She also decided that I'm retroactively named after da chef in da old Cinnamon Toast Crunch commershuls 'cause he's Wendell too. And 'cause she likes cereal.

De End.

What's In A Name?

When my people gots me I already had a name - GT. It is short for Growl Tiger. Growl Tiger is a character in the Cats musical which originated from T.S. Eliot's poem "Growltiger's Last Stand" in his book Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. I do not know why they chose this particular name, but I think it fits! Below is the full poem.

Growltiger was a Bravo Cat, who travelled on a barge:

In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large.

From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims,

Rejoicing in his title of ‘The Terror of the Thames’.

His manner and appearance did not calculate to please;

His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees;

One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why,

And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.

The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame;

At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name.

They would fortify the hen-house, lock up the silly goose,

When the rumour ran along the shore: Growltiger’s on the loose!

Woe to the weak canary, that fluttered from its cage;

Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger’s rage;

Woe to the bristly Bandicoot, that lurks on foreign ships,

And woe to any Cat with whom Growltiger came to grips!

But most to Cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed;

To Cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed.

The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear —

Because it was a Siamese that had mauled his missing ear.

Now on a peaceful summer night, all nature seemed at play,

The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay.

All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide —

And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side.

His bucko mate, Grumbuskin, long since had disappeared,

For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard;

And his bosun, Tumblebrutus, he too had stol’n away —

In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey.

In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger stood alone,

Concentrating his attention on the Lady Griddlebone.

And his raffish crew was sleeping in their barrels and their bunks —

As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks.

Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone,

And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone,

Disposed to relaxation, and awaiting no surprise —

But the moonlight shone reflected from a hundred bright blue eyes.

And closer still and closer the sampans circled round,

And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound.

The lovers sang their last duet, in danger of their lives —

For the foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives.

Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde;

With a frightful burst of fireworks the Chinks they swarmed aboard.

Abandoning their sampans, their pullaways and junks,

They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.

Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered;

I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared.

She probably escaped with ease, I’m sure she was not drowned —

But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround.

The ruthless foe pressed forward, in stubborn rank on rank;

Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank.

He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop,

At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop.

Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land;

At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the strand.

Rats were roasted whole in Brentford, and at Victoria Dock,

And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok.



 

My people also call me pants, because of my fluffy pantaloons, hamster, fuzz face, and whiney kitty

What is in a name by Sockie~Pooh~ Prince Casa de Alawine

Hi, I kinda has lots of names. My Cat Mom's name was Miss Kitty so Youngest Boy Bean calls me Kitty sometimes. He was very little when I became his cat and couldn't think of a name. Mommy mentioned a couple of names one of which was Socks cause it looks like I have socks on my feets. I actually have a stocking on one, and he liked that. So that became my name, then Daddy started calling me Sockie~Pooh because Winnie the Pooh was Pooh Boy's (Daddy's nickname for Youngest Boy Bean back then) favorite character and he had a Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal that he carried around for a long time.

If you are interested in how my siblings got their names:
Fenris
Scylla & Angel Charybdis
Artemisia

What's in a Name?

Hi folks Archie here to tell you the story of how I got my name...

When mum and dad adopted me my name was Marshall and I was about five months old.  Mum wasn't so keen on the name so she was looking for ideas on a website that had cat names and their meanings.

I was not a shy kitten in fact the first moment my bedroom door was opened after my quarantine period, I scampered down the stairs straight into the living room and began playing with toys!

In fact mum insists I said "tada, here I am" but I think she's fibbing on that one.   For a while my mum and dad considered calling me Rufus or Russell which are both supposed to mean red but those names didn't seem to suit me.  Then mum came across the name Archibald which means bold and she thought that was perfect for me because I was such a brave boy.

so I lived happily ever after with the name Archie :-)

What's In A Name?

Sugar and Spice and everything nice!

I just love Naming and Gotcha stories.  Each is unique and fun to read, so I am excited to be able to share my story and learn yours!

I'm looking for a playmate here!

My real name is Sweet Pea.  Sometimes the beans call me that, but mostly its Oui Oui.  The Girl insisted on the name Sweet Pea for obvious reasons.  I never fight and I love everyone.  When the mom brought me home from the shelter and let me out of the PTU I was so happy to have my freedom I ran all over the room.  I ran around and around for 20 minutes, occasionally stopping to bat or sniff a toy.  The peeps were laughing so hard, but I didn't care!  The mom wanted to name me Jubilee but the girl was stubborn.  It could be Sweet Pea, or it could be Sweet Pea.

I am so happy to play, and I am always ready anytime anyone wants to have some fun, so the mom started calling me "Oui Oui", cause I never say no.  In fact, when The Girl left to go to collich, the mom was worried I would be lonely, so she got me my very own pet kitty to play with and that's why we gotcha'd Mica Minnie Moo.  I have other nicknames too.  Twinkletoes because of the flash of my feet when I run.  Sugar Bee cause I am sweet and always busy.  Whippy Tail after my famous whippy tail dance, and a few others the mom is too old to remember.

We are posting some more Naming Stories at Twinkletoe Tails if you haven't read enough here at the Tabby Club.

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!!

It's Moosey's Gotcha Day! :)

Happy 4th Gotcha Day, Moosey!*

We love you, and are glad we gotcha'd each other!

 Love and big hugs,

Dad Kevin, Mom Tracey and Brofur Sammy

* Click here to read Moosey's gotcha tale, and to see pictures of his first day home.

Pee Ess: Happy Gotcha Day to Moosey's TCC pal Grace, too! :)

SUNday SUNspots Spyro

Spyro: Herman's ham-mick is in the perfect afternoon sunspot.  I love soaking up the rays here.

Sunspot - Kizzie

Thanks to Twinkletoe Tails for reminding me of today's event.   Today it has done nothing but rain, but a week ago, we were in the middle of a heatwave.

SUNday SUNspots

AH!  My place in the sun with my favorite scratcher!

Purrfect for Sundays, or any day I'm relaxing.

(Its too bad we can't share the sweet sound of Oui Oui's sweet purr.)

Goodness Gracie's SUNday SunSpot

A super duper place for me to catch sunspots all morning and well into the afternoon. This neat door faces east much to my delight!zzzzzzzzzzzs

Sunspot Mousie

The back garden is the plaice for me!

SUNday SUNSpot With Grace

Grace's favorite SUNspot for napping ... summer or winter!

SUNday SUNspot with Moosey

Hi Everybuddy!  I'm wishing you all some super Sunday sunspots (like this one I found)!

Hugs and nosetaps,

Moosey :)

SUNDay SUNSpot Shower

SUNday Sunspots with Tamir

After that big party for Truffle's first birthday, this ManCat is going to take a nap in the sun and dream about his beautiful ladycat date, Gracie! Gracie is amazing to host this great event after all the dancing and snuggling we did!