Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for January 10, 2012

my kitty was named dusty. he grew to a quite large size and could win fights with the neighbors’ dogs. i liked to say he was a russian blue, but he was really just a deep gray.

We had a cat named Kit, but we also called him Mister E. J. Bomerscheim Jr.

I have a deaf cat that I call Pesty, doesn’t matter, she doesn’t hear me anyway…

I have two cats and they each have about a 1000 nicknames, some good, some not so much…

Kittycat, Sweetheart, and Varmint.

Every night I recite Eliot’s “Old Deuteronomy” in my head to help get into the sleep mode.

Bentley because of right-angle kink in tail thanks to unfriendly door.

My wife had a cat like revisages’. Someone asked if it were a Russian blue. I wasn’t there to do it myself but I told her she should have said, “No, it’s a Canadian Gray”. If the breed were recognized, the champion could win the Canadian Gray Cup.

Sebastian Catbutt. Because every house needs a Mr. French.

Smokey Joe Catt….or Kitty Kitty Kitty

When I had two littermates, one was Pulsar (a small black body with periodic emissions of energy) and the other was Quasar (an extremely remote body).

The Cat has three names, the one you give them, the one that they are known in the cat community, and the one only they know. And many spend their lives in search of that name. We do not give them the second and third names.

The butterscotch/white tabby is Twinkie, Varmit and FatHead. The black cat is Moxie, Varmit and future stuffed cat on my mantle.

Thomas P. Pussycat

bad dog dammit

mungo / lad the cat / mister mungandshanti / my lady peace / lady cat

My Tommy is sometimes Tommykins. My “Tupper” (male) is “TupperChamp” or “Tupper Sport.” “Fluffy” is sometimes “Flufster Beast”. Wow… I never knew TS Eliot’s three name rule!

We had a cat we called Cat. (Long story; not enough space here.) When we had my sister’s future in-laws over one night before the wedding, the future f-i-l looked at our cat (all black with a little, white soul patch) and said, “I’m gonna call you Midnight.” “You can call her anything you want, Anthony,” I told him. “She’s a cat; she won’t come!” Although later in my life I had two cats who would drop whatever they were doing when I went to the mailbox, follow me there as if they were dogs, wait for me to collect the mail, then follow me back to the house and go back to whatever they were doing.

Granddaughter’s cat is Vespucci von Dookie…. stinkiest litter box in the county.