Our good old dog, Jada, God bless her soul up in doggy heaven, was nicknamed "Jada Mooise" or just "Mooise". It looks silly to spell because I've never written it down, it was just something we said. It was pronounced like Louise, but with a Moo at the beginning. One of those, that I can't recall why we said it. Perhaps it started out as Louise.
Jasmine, our persnickity 15 year old calico, has been nicknamed "Bean" and "Buzzy Bean" for years. I think it started out as JasMean, then Mean Bean because of her Bipolar mean vs lovey kitty personality.
Our newest kitten, Memphis, got a nickname from the start. It goes along with Jasmine's nickname of "Bean". Cody called him "Frijoles", which means 'beans' in Spanish (pronounced free-ho-les). He got it from reading his favorite book about a kitten named Skippyjon Jones (remember he wanted to name the kitten after him). It talks about frijoles several times in both of his books and he thinks it is such a funny word. We thought it was funny too because it meant beans in Spanish, so it has stuck.
He is just like a little Mexican Jumping Bean. Bouncing and pouncing on everything that wiggles and moves. This includes Jasmine, much to her dismay. Anyone who knows Jasmine, knows that she does not tolerate or like any other animal, not even another cat. Kevin's poor kitty came to live with us for awhile several years ago. Jasmine was not happy. She hissed, spat, growled, and chased poor Sydney under the furniture where Sydney hid out for the next few months that she lived with us. Sydney had to go to kitty therapy for several years after that and still has recurrences of paranoia. But Frijoles has been great for poor elderly Jasmine, who is becoming sweet and lovable to the boys and Ben in moments of dementia in the past couple of years. She has always been a one person (me) cat. Lately though, she will hop up surprisingly in someone else's lap, then she will realize that she is being sweet and will turn and bite you then run off. Little kitty doesn't mind her hissing, spitting, and rages. He continues to pounce and jump on her. Delighting when she turns and swats at him. Hiding behind the furniture and leaping out at her, attacking her tail or back legs while he is in a grizzly bear stance. It is so hilarious!
The boys have resorted to sleeping on the top bunk together because whoever is on the bottom gets attacked by a rambunctious 11 week old kitten in the middle of the night. What? Close the door? No way! We want the door open! During the day, Cody loves to pack him around and play with him. I find them cuddled up on the couch together all the time.
Speaking of Cody, he will also answer to "Mookie-Monkey" or just plain "Mookie". My nickname when I was their age was "Monk" by my aunts and uncles in Louisville. They professed that I too was a climber and little monkey. Everyone knows that Cody is a little monkey. He loves to climb, jump, and hang from anything he can reach-and somehow finds his way onto many he can not reach. He hangs from bars and fences for minutes at a time, with unbelievable strength in his tiny little arms. Most of the time, with his little feet up on the bar too. In our backyard, he climbs up and over the deck railing that is over my head before I can stop him. At the riverfront, a few weekends ago, we looked over to find him shimming up a flag pole! He loved watching the gymnastics during the Olympics. Proclaiming, "I can do that!" while watching gymnists on the bars. I really need to put him in gymnastics again. But the times are always conflicting with work or other activities. I need to check again soon.
So, there you are...another little peek at our crazy little world. Do you have any silly names for your pets or loved ones?