Some folks in Iowa recently named a rescued kitten “Firecracker” after veterinarians determined that the feline’s facial injuries had likely been caused by some sort of fireworks. In the interest of blog humor, I won’t get on a soapbox and rail against the sadistic nature of the cretins who perpetrate such acts upon innocent, sweet animals (or even cats for that matter).
Instead, I’d like to question the wisdom of christening a cat with such an awful name. If it was a feisty tabby with an explosive personality and the potential to tear digits to shreds, then a moniker like Firecracker might be an apt handle. Naming this little guy after the explosive that blew his whiskers off seems a bit cruel. On the plus side, since it’s a cat, the name doesn’t really matter as they only respond to the sound of electric can openers anyway.
Naming pets is kind of an egotistical act of futility. In the wild, they manage just fine without any sort of name at all. Thanks to us, African parrots are all called Polly, toucans are Sam, and orange cats are typically Morris. If that zoo had the foresight to not tag that gorilla a nice African sounding Harambe, 20-somethings would have far less to put on their ironic memes and T-shirts. Bored frat boys would not likely popularize the battle cry of “Dicks out for that gorilla they killed in the zoo that time.”
It’s fun to go to the off-leash dog park and listen to frustrated owners calling out the poor choices in names of their disobedient dogs. New dog owners often give their pups awful names, unaware of how often and loudly they’ll have to use it.
“Cumberbatch! Come!….CUMBERBATCH! Come on boy!” That shit never gets old. If my allergies weren’t so bad I’d go spend the morning at the off-leash cat park.
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Time again for another installment over at the Nudge Wink Report. For those of you keeping score, I put less creative energy into each one of these. Soon it’ll just be two or three paragraphs of incoherent drivel.
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Oh My Darlikng where hve you been? I been mixing you so and became confussed without whatever it was. Still confussed. Moffed. No longer on banks of River. Head south, Old Man, head south.
No barn.
No s++t…….
Mixing you foreverl.
Darlikng R.
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Dahling, I’ve been remiss in maintaining my side of the relationship! What with the strain of preparing for the end of days and brewing beer for sipping during the apocalypse, there’s little time for barn chores. I hope you can forgive me.
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No worries. Barn and all bridges burned. Forgiveness given. Life is just too scary to hold grudges.
Grumps, yes.
Grudges, no.
Missing you. Hope all is good there and with loved ones here.
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I realize a cat doesn’t care what it’s name is, but to us humans naming a pet is a sign of affection and respect.
Kind of like the same reason why some guys name their dick.
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Much like pets, dicks seldom listen to commands. I personally have never named mine, I’d be too tempted to name it Dick.
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The ones with silly names are the hardest to train … maybe because owners are reluctant to use them!
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Wait a minute…we named our first son Cumberbatch. What’s your point???
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It’s one thing to name your firstborne that and quite another to give that noble name to a Barkless Basenji who eats dirty underwear right out of the hamper
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Our firstborn does that too, so…
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The ex had a dog when he was young. He named her “Girl.”
Yes, I married a man who couldn’t be bothered enough to give his pet a proper name. That should have been my first clue.
*face palm*
*eye roll*
*frames divorce papers*
*sigh of relief*
*grin*
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I’m so proud that it was my humble post that inspired you to frame the divorce decree!
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So many signs just there for the interpreting, at least in retrospect, eh, BD? I’m sure that artwork looks great on your new walls. 🙂
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Good thing the kitten wasn’t injured by flying poo. That would be a very unfortunate name.
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