I have something of a nicknaming addiction. No one, not the husband or the dogs or the cats, gets called by his or her actual, given name.
1. Ruby. Rubbitz. Bear. Buddy. Bazz. Snap. These, and at least ten other random nicknames, are things I call Andrew. In fact, it’s so rare that I actually call him by his given name that sometimes, in public when I don’t want to call him by some weird pet name, I’ll have to stop and think about what his name actually is. I also blame this on the Army since I call him by his last name in work situations, thus the only time I really ever call him Andrew is when we’re out and about and he’s far enough away from me that I don’t want to shout “BEAR” or “BUDDY” or “SNAP-DAP” in the middle of Target. Andrew doesn’t seem to mind this random assortment of nicknames. In fact, he’ll pretty much answer to any random thing I decide to call him.
2. Sadie, HuskyMutt the First, has almost always been Goose. And sometimes Bug, but mostly Goose. It started when she started shedding her tail fur, which is mostly made up of five inch long, white strands of fur. We named them her goose feathers and from there she became Goose. Before we got Luke we just called her Dog and she seemed perfectly content to answer to that. She’s a stubborn little beast and usually doesn’t come when called anyway, even though she looks up as and acknowleges we’re calling her. She doesn’t care. She’s like a honey badger and does not give a shit.
3. Poor Luke. Luke is the second part of our HuskyMutt pair. He is the most nicknameless in the house. We call him Luck or Lucky sometimes, but not really for any good reason other than that Luke sounds a little like Luck.
4. Kyra, the little cat we rescued when she was just two weeks old, is Bitty. Or Bit-Bit. That’s what we called her when she was itty bitty and it just stuck. Kyra is a nice name and all, and it suits her, but to us, she’s Bitty.
5. Then, there’s Nic, the second cat who we got so Bitty would stop trying to kill us, who was called Nic for about a day and then, because he reminded me of a little black toy poodle who belonged to a ex’s family, we started calling him Xi-Xi, pronounced like Juh-Juh. Andrew says we have to spell it like Xi-Xi, cause it’s fancy that way. I just wish that damn cat would stop stealing my earrings and using me as a spring board while I’m attempting to sleep in.
So – what about you? Do you have a nickname? Do you give nicknames? Or are you perfectly logical and good at calling people and pets by the names they were actually given?