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Some cats just want to choose their own names.

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You can call me Dakota but I won't respond

You can call me Dakota but I won’t respond

So my friends Emily and Brett have a pretend pet cat.  Pretend pet cat, you ask?  Well, it’s just that he comes around and is super friendly.  His real name is Dakota, but they’ve given him a new name…and he has accepted it.

I honestly don’t know how the name change started, but I’d like to think that he sent some sort of cat telepathy to them and convinced him that Jonesy is his real name.

But really….think about it.  You have a pet.  Your pet likes to wander and is rather friendly.  All the sudden you see your neighbor calling to you cat with a new name.  Kinda weird, right?  I guess you can’t control what a cat wants to be called.

Life lesson right here, people.

Jas and Fluffy Butt

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Jas and Fluffy Butt

Jas and Fluffy Butt

Here is a lovely little guinea pig….in a canoe….with a paddle.  Here is what my cousin said when she entered this photo:

“This is Jas and Fluffy Butt. Fluffy Butt is wearing a feather headdress and accessorizing with a canoe paddle. I unfortunately missed snapping him in the canoe, but this was before digital cameras and back then I apparently only took one picture of anything because I was stingy with my film.”

I hope she doesn’t mind that I took a little creative liberty and gave Fluffy Butt the canoe ride that should have been….or at least should have been captured for the memories.

Oh, just in case you cared or guessed…I am going to draw all the entries I’ve gotten so far….so keep coming to see yours if you entered! 🙂

If I was better at naming pets, then my poor hamster would have known he was a dude.

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Poor Daisy.
Poor Daisy.

 

When I was about 9 or 10 I fulfilled my dream of having my very own pet.  I was the proud owner of a hamster!

This hamster was so special and wonderful and great.  And I named her Daisy.

Daisy was really cool when she was running on her squeaky wheel all night long.  Oh, and when she ran in her ball around the house it was awesome when she peed in it every time.

She was also cool when I realized that she was a boy.  Her his um….ahem…boy bits gave it away.  Poor Daisy was stuck with a lady name as a boy.

Sorry, Daisy.

To honor his masculinity, I drew him as a tough guy wearing the shirt from What About Bob? since that movie is hilarious.