It 's Become A Running Joke

"We picked out this baby girl's name when I was pregnant with our first. I met a woman and her dog, and I loved her dog's name. Funny enough, it was the name she had picked out if she had a girl, but she had boys, so she used it for her dog instead. Here we are 3.5 years later, and we are going to use that name for our little girl!"she said 4weeks ago: sheknows.com.

A calico kitty I would later come to name Loo Loo. She was the sweetest feline to ever exist, happy to play along with the detailed scenarios that came from the eccentric imagination of a second grader. One of my clearest memories from my childhood, came from Thanksgiving. “Turkey’s are pretty expensive, Meri.” My father said, turning to address my mother. She simply shrugged and searched through the pile to find the chosen turkey. “We could always serve the cat.” My dad said, grinning. Today I realize that he was only joking about eating my beloved fluffball. Yet at the time, I took my father seriously and went poultry diving to find a decent priced bird so I could save my precious pet.

My love for cats goes back a long time. In a few years I will probably become the crazy cat lady. Cats are independent and self sufficient. They are very intelligent animals and they make good companions. I think these things make the cat a perfect

In 1st grade, I had a cat named Sammy. He was a nice little cat. He would always be there for us when we were happy or sad or if something happened to us. He did have some bad moments though, either pooping on the carpet or bitting our finger or something else. Sammy though was a nice cat. He even would protect us if someone bad came. Including one night, when and intruder came in, Sammy scared it off when Sammy bit his hand.

All we had to do was let nobody own him for a week, then Mom would go check him for a chip to see if he was owned, and then he was ours! Lauren and I got to thinking, I mean if he was going to be ours he needed a name. So we made an extra super long list of names, but I had one perfect name and was hoping Lauren would like it too. Before she could say her names I blurted out mine, “Chip”! She loved it! So then our fluffy, bright orange chichiwawa became Chip! Lauren and I waited for the week to be done and for Chip to be ours. All week long we played with him and I guess his treatphobia healed because he loved doing tricks for treats! One night we were worried because my brother had baseball so Chip would be all alone. We made the choice to leave the garage open so he could go in and out of it. We rushed home after the game to see him, he wasn't there we figured he just went out to take a walk, we didn't worry. The next day we woke up bright and early to see him, still he wasn’t there, we started to get a little

It all started the day a family wanted to give away some kittens. She called my mother-in-law and told her that we could come over and look at some of kittens and that we could have one of them, because she could not keep them all. So we went over to her house and hung out for a little while and looked at the kittens. I do not think that they were a month old at that time on the account of their size. The original plan was only to take home, but that is not what happened. We all started talking and playing with the kittens, I had one and my husband had another. They both seemed like us so much that the family friend kind of haggled us into taking both the female and the male home, who we named Lily and Wade. Interestingly enough, the male cat’s name came from a comic book character.

My mom, the cat, and I had went back out into the car. We drove home, and we picked a name on the way.. We decided on “Rajah” after Jasmine’s tiger from Aladdin. I loved him, and his personality! My sister also got a Bengal, but Rajah was

Over break I went down to South Carolina. I went with my mom, my dad and my sister. We had to leave our cat at home because cats don’t really like……. 11 hour drives and being in new places. My grandmother got a cat while we went to see other family in Georgia. The second day of being in her house the cat ran and hid underneath the fireplace (yes I am not joking under the fireplace. Eventually she came out. She ran and hid under the fireplace because of the Vacuum Monster and/or because the Christmas tree fell (accidentally I have no clue how it happened) and scared her. For the rest of our time in South Carolina (about 1 day and a half after our Georgia trip) she hid and came out very little. After we left she came out more and is now very

own life, I have begun to find their connection to nature a compelling way of understanding

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

L. Chasteen: I love all the animals that I have been around but I tend to have always found a special connection with cats in particular.

A couple months ago during the summer before 7th grade my grandma came to visit for a month while she was recovering from a leg injury. My grandma owned two cats Sylvester and Red. Sylvester was 15 and Red was 14, Sylvester was much more social than Red. But you could tell that they both loved each other very deeply. Now my grandma is not what people would call a crazy cat lady known by many people because of television. But she loved her cats as much as she loved my mom, me, and my brother. Which I did not have a problem with.

I go downstairs to her room and hide all of her treats and gifts from petco. She growls because she wants them, and she can clearly see them, despite all of my actions to get them away from her. I spot a shimmering, purple, sparkling birthday hat that my grandma got me for my birthday. I thought it would be fun to put the hat on her. I was wrong. She stood there staring me in the eyes with the ugly birthday hat barely resting on her head. She growled louder and stronger with every second she was staring at me, until finally her growls escalated to a yipping or barking. I take off the hat and both of us are relieved. I pet her and what used to be soft fur, was now marked with sharp, purple crystals from that hat. I feel bad for her, so I open up her treats and give one milk bone to

Pet names is my expression of adorament towards my sister. To remind her she beautiful. She is special.

when I was about five we brought an orange cat Im still not sure why but I got to name him.of course I decided to name him after a character from Thomas the tank engine.i ended up calling him Henry