I have a lot of runners up, like Amrito for Amy, or Bradinglesmirch for Briar, but I think the dumbest has to be Scott Von Scott of the Scottsdale Scotts Who Did Scott So Scottily in the Battle of Scotteen Twelve.
So I ask you, what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever called your furry friends?
Growing up we had a German shepherd with HUGE ears we called Moose, but her main name was PITA. Now I’ve have a dog I adopted and gave the name ‘Dug’ (from UP), and will call McDouglass as a bit when he’s done something wrong
Have a cat that scrunges every time you pet her head. Nicknames have evolved.
Scrungy cat, scrungy baby, scrungy butt, scrunge, scrung (hard G), scrungabutt, scring, and we’ve arrived at scringus bingus being the most ridiculous thing so far.
The heck is scrunging??
Define… Scrunge…?
Ah lol
One of our cats gets called “Fluffy Chicken” or “Lala Chicken” quite a lot. I don’t know why, she is neither cowardly nor poultry shaped.
I call my cat turtle-butt.
There is no reason, when anyone asks why, I just say “her butt is made of turtle.”
I call this one gigglebutt because when she gets excited she starts chattering so hard her butt can’t stand still.
Yardstick. She only has 3 feet.
Neighbor down the street called her three legged goat Tripod.
I’ve called her that too. And Stumpy.
lol, Prolly could’ve gotten away with calling the goat stumpy too, but not because he had stump.
His limb was a clean amputation, but he liked to try to eat stumps.
LMAO
“Jungle Cat” and “Roof Cat”
“Moon pig”. That cat was daft in the head and didn’t last long though.
Also called one “Fat Bob” because he was hench and that stuck. He got quite fat too.
TIL what hench means. Thanks, stranger, for increasing my vocabulary.
Little Shit-Dick for a cat. Let your imagination run wild.
We had a lovely cat when I grew up, she was completely black, with short but compact fur, and tuffs on her ears.
For this to make sense, I need to talk about Swedish grammar…
In Swedish grammar we have two genus for words:
“Utrum” words get the suffix “(e)n” in their definitive form.
“Neutrum” words get the suffix “(e)t” in their definite form.
These words also get the en/ett article in front of it when talking about a signular unspecified item.
Example:
Car - bil, a car - en bil, the car - bilen
Table - bord, a table - ett bord, the table - bordet
Now, the Swedish word for cat is an utrum word:
Katt, en katt, katten.
One of the nicknames we used to call our cat was the neutrum defined form: “kattet”.
Which if I am looking back at this comment is a funny nickname, with a stupidly complex explanation to non Swedish speakers.
We forgive you because of ABBA, Roxette and Besta.
My grandmother had a cat we never got around to naming, and as a result what stuck for referring to her was just “pspspspsps”. So we’d ask something like “Did pspspsps eat?”. Amount of ps not standardised.
My little sister then decided that her name should be “little strawberry”, in our language of course. She was not a ginger but a black and white cat. One day she disappeared, and about a year later when I moved to an apartment nearby I saw her getting fed by one of my (and my grandmothers) neighbor.
Brussels sprouts for my dog bruss
I call my dog, Mila (pronounced Myla, I just was dumb when I tried to spell it when we adopted her), Mylar Balloon.
“Bumble tumble” for my dog. 😬
To my credit, the bumble ball commercial had just played.
Growing up, we had a cat that ended up being called spud. I have no recollection why, but it was apparently funny.
I had a cat whose name was Kirby and his nickname eventually turned to Care Bear (because Kirby>Kirbs>Kirb-ber) and now my parents have a cat named Barry and he is Ber-ber.
There’s also Rumball (Remy) and Kimball (Kimmy).
And the two I have now: Sullivan who is Little Bean (Sully-bean) and Elliot who is Little Moose (because Elliot Moose).
None of these are crazy silly I guess but I hadn’t realized before that I tend to give cats matching nicknames.
I also have a dog who is a beagle and his name is Sir Hodgley III. He doesn’t respond to any nicknames and there is great argument as to his real breed. He is not a real dog but a garden decoration, but I know in my heart of hearts that Sir Hodgley III is a beagle.
