Mossy Cottage Knits

Blossom and Larry! Love it. I'm afraid to ask my kitties... I think we'll just stick with Priscilla and Sophie. They come when called (most of the time), so I'll just assume those names aren't too offensive to them.

I woke Hannibal up, plucked him from his comfy bed atop my black pants in front of the window (Hannibal is black, so it's okay for him to lie on them as long as he folds them perfectly first; we still working on that part), and asked him the name question. First he said, "Wood Tick" and "Mmrrrowf." So I asked him again. He averted his eyes and said, "Melvin."

I'm sorry I asked.

Kmkat: "Melvin?" What a hoot! Now I'm starting to realize why the cats don't want to tell us. But, see; they WILL tell you. I rest my case.

Kristen: Maybe Priscilla and Sophie's secret names are the same but written Valley-Girl cute, like Pryscylla and Sewphee.

This so reminds me of how Laurie found out that Roy's name was Roy.

Mine gave up a long time ago on the whole telepathy thing. Now they just look at me with pitiful faces as if I'm the disadvantaged one. I wave my thumbs at them and we call it a draw.

So, what you're telling me is that this secret name-thing it's not the same as when I just looked at my cats and nicknamed them "Stupid!" and "Hey-Get off the table!"

No wonder they don't pay attention to me when I yell this at them... ;-)

My twenty-pound part Maine Coon cat, originally named Valentina, because she was born on Valentine's day, almost immediately had her name shortened to "Teeny", because at eight weeks old, I could hold her in my hand. Now, at nine years old, I can't pick her up to look into her eyes, so I leaned down and asked. Her secret name? "Princess I-own-everything-I-sit-on-because-I weigh-too-much-to-move-me." Which has subsequently been shortened by me (again) to "Heavyweight".

My black Manx, Henry, has revealed his secret name to me, but through action rather than speech. This cat insists that I get up at least 1-2 hours before the alarm goes off to feed him even though his dish is full. If I don't hop to it, he drops my alarm clock or glasses on my head, stands on me, yells, and finally resorts to knocking things down. His secret name is...Henrrhoid. Yes, I love him anyway (girls always love the bad boys!)

Our big boy Hubert is sitting in the window. We also call him Bubba, 'cause he's big and spacy (known to sit in the middle of the room and just stare at a spot for ages). Asked him in all seriousness. He tells me it is "Professor". Well I'll be. He wouldn't tell me professor of what.

Woke the little princess up, Torti, to ask her. She looked at me disdainfully and told me "Mary." As in Mary Queen of Scotland, otherwise known as Bloody Mary. Sounds about right.

they say they're mistress pissypants and shithead. with 2 teenage boys in the house, small wonder we're focused on bodily functions.

I have not yet asked any of the cats their secret names, I am a bit afraid with this group.

Tomorrow, I will not be able to go knit with you, instead I will be watching my little Princess, who can fall off a treadmill, pole vault. Amazing she can do it, with her grace. Of course, once in awhile she manages to smack her own shin with the pole, while trying to vault. That, too, requires a skill I am not sure how she acquired.

Take Care!

In Mongolian culture, it's even worse. They believe cats secretly wish for their owners' death, so that they might feast on his or her nose.

Goldie - who is surely one of the clumsiest examples of a supposedly graceful species admitted to "Ethelred the Unsteady". Jade, on the other hand, owned up to "Bubbles" but made sure I understood that she liked "Jade" a lot better :)

My cat owned up to her name a couple years ago, through the complicated process of not letting any attempt at naming her stick (really, we went through like six rounds of new names, ranging from Picasso to Possum). Whats her secret name? Stink.

Unflattering, but true.

I guffawed. Blossom and Larry, indeed! And love all the comments, too. If I can get any of our cats to reveal, I'll share. :-)

Knitting and eating are two of my favorite activities, though I'm hoping to get a treadmill or something similar and walk and knit socks at the same time. I can knit and stand up on the subway at the same time, so it shouldn't be too much harder to keep up a moderate walking pace.

I will not ask my kitty for its secret name. I am happy with both Saru-chan and her nickname: Down!

Long have I know Mystic Blues real name. You look into her lovely blue eyes and instead of seeing someone look back..you see confusion and vacancy. She is comes when you call her. She does as you ask. Like she doesn't know she's supposed to be aloof. Poor Mystic blue .. is Mitzie..the brainless wonder

First of all, Cuzzin Tom's comment about Mongolian culture made me laugh out loud - it seems so scarily true!

My son named our cats when he was little - they are Funny, Silly, Nuts and Caroline. Their secret names are probably Queen Victoria, Empress Theodora, Czar Wilhelm and, uh, Caroline.