Kitty name list

Kitt-Katt

Do you have a new kitty? Struggling on a name for the cute little fluff ball?

I, too have struggled to find names for my cats, for Kitt-Katt’s name I have my mum to thank for that, during an off-hand comment (You can read exactly what was said in my post: How Tilly became Kitt-Katt) one night that I decided to take to heart.

Oreo

Oreo was another easy name to give. My boyfriend was struggling on what to name him and told one of my little sisters to name him for him as he couldn’t decided and without an ounce of hesitation said, “Oreo, because his white paws/chest and black coat reminds me of an Oreo, and I like Oreo’s.” So does my boyfriend… and ever since then Oreo as been known as that, Oreo (and Monster on his grumpy days).

Originally I was going to have Bandit (now my little sister’s grey kitty) and even gave him the name Bandit a week or so after deciding I was going to keep him and using that week to search up names, but then after seeing how much sister adored him and talk with my mum we decided to let my sister have him and I gravitated towards a black ball of fluff with the face of a bear. It was a quick and easy decision to make really.

Bear

But through my search of trying to find a name for little Bandit I wrote down a whole list of names that I rather liked, not all are for a male cat as a few of the female names caught my eye too.

My LIst Of Cat Names



Apollo

Angel

Ariel

Alice

Amber

August

Argo

Argus

Ambrosia

Bear

Bandit

Beau

Boo

Beatrix

Buddy

Bianca

Bonnie

Binx

Buttercup

Cookie

Cloud

Cleo

Cedar

Cinnamon

Casanova

Dusty

Dante

Daisy

Dakota

Draco

Echo

Fay

Gizmo

Griffin

Gracie

Ginger

Hunter

Huntress

Hermione

Hazel

Hedi

Indigo

Jinx

Jade

Juno

Justice

Jasper

Kitt-Katt

Karma

Koda

Kiki

Kitty

Loki

Leo

Luna

Lilly

Lola

Lulu

Mars

Misty-moo

Midnight

Max

Molly

Maisie

Moon

Monty

Muffin

Minnie

Minx

Mischief

Morphes

Merlin

Mercury

Magic

Nyx

Nala

Orion

Oracle

Oreo

Ollie

Oscar

Otis

Pixie

Phoenix

Paws

Peanut

Pepper

Patch

Pumpkin

Potter

Rune

Roue

Rue

Romeo

Ranger

Rocky

Rusty

Spirit

Simba

Shadow

Sebastian

Silver

Skye

Sasha

Simba

Tuna

Thea

Tinks

Teddy

Thor

Theodore

Theo

Tiger

Tiggs

Tango

Tulip

Tammy

Tabby

Tamsin

Taz

Whiskers

Winifred

Winnie

Willow

Zeus

Ziggy

Zeke

Zander

Zelda

Zuzu

If you have any to add I would love for you to pop your name suggestion/s below in the comments!

Next up date: March 2020

And then there was three

About Soph Hearts 


Hi Little Tinkablee and thank you for having me! I’m a lifestyle blogger over at sophhearts.com where I cover everything from my best beauty buys to travel and style. Although I cover a whole range of topics, I rarely talk about something very special to me, my little cat. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to! 


How It Happened 

Evie wasn’t planned. My previous job allowed us two days off work per year for actionteering: Charity or giving back to the community. My friend and I decided to volunteer at the local Cats Protection.

“What’s better than skipping work to cuddle animals? “

On the first morning, my partner J literally joked ‘don’t come back with any presents’. Well, you can predict where I’m going with this, right?! 

“Cats Protection do such wonderful work. “

The number of cats with background stories is shocking. At this point I’d have identified more as a dog person, we’ve always had plans to get a puppy and still do actually! There were so many lovely animals though, that it was difficult not to want to take them all home.

On my second day, I was introduced to a kitten called Madeline who wasn’t quite old enough for them to advertise as adoptable. As soon as I gave her fuss she licked my hands and meowed for more attention. It sounds pretty crazy but I felt as though we had an instant bond, her big eyes were just saying ‘take me home’.

J took a little persuading, but he eventually agreed to come and visit with me. I had my heart set on adopting her, so thankfully she bonded with him just as quickly and sold him on the whole idea. 

So that was that. Cats Protection are fantastic in making sure that all of their animals are micro-chipped and up to date with jabs. We put a reserve on her and went back a couple of weeks later, after the house had been kitten-proofed. Her adoption fee was around £60 which supports the charity further. To us, she didn’t look like a Madeline in the slightest, so we renamed her Evie and I hope you’ll agree that it suits her better. 

How To Support Cats Protection For Free

If you’re anything like me then actually volunteering at Cats Protection could be problematic. Thank goodness I only signed up for two days or who knows how many cats I’d have by now! As part of my new blog category ‘Planet Friendly Living‘, I briefly discuss recycling through Cats Protection as a way to reduce waste. They accept a whole range of rubbish from crisp packets to toothpaste tubes which they send off to TerraCycle in exchange for donations. If you wanted to get involved, please have a look at the things they accept to Terracycle. Supermarkets like Tesco host drop off points for them, so it’s super easy to donate and turn your rubbish into money for charity! 
I hope you like the feature and please do let me know if you need anything else!
Best,

Soph Hearts

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Let’s Talk Pets – Written by Hannah

This weeks, ‘ Let’s Talk Pet’s ‘ was written by Hannah, a amazing blogger who blogs about books, travel, her experiences among other things. If you’d like to check out her blog then CLICK HERE to be directed to PagesPlacesandPlates home blog page.

So let’s get into it!

What pet do you have?….A Millipede!?


When I tell people that I have a pet they usually jump straight to thinking I have a dog, cat, or some sort of rodent. The reactions I get when I reveal what she is are often varied… Sometimes curiosity, other times a confused look, and occasionally a look of disgust! I absolutely love Chongololo though… my wonderful Giant African Millipede.

I haven’t always loved millipedes – in fact, I used to be quite scared of them before I’d interacted with them properly. Living in England they’re not something you really come across… We have centipedes, but they’re tiny and bitey and so fast that they can freak you out a bit. My uneducated younger self made the assumption that a millipede was a bigger, leggier, faster version of that, when in fact I was very wrong.

Giant African Millipedes appear black at first glance, but they’re actually quite colourful.

If you know me then you’ll understand that I strive to love and appreciate every being, whatever species it is. I have a fascination with invertebrates and when I have a fear of an animal I do my best to overcome it. I’d never hurt an animal unless it was either about to injure me badly (or for some reason it was the only food source available but I’m hoping that situation won’t occur!).

The start of my fear removal of millipedes happened purely by chance, as I attended a bug handling show in Colchester with my grandmother when I was much younger. She was around 76 at the time and despite being petrified of tarantulas volunteered to hold one, describing it as “quite soft and nice, really.” Once I saw the unnerving millipedes getting ready to be handled I knew I had no excuse not to interact with them. I plucked up the courage and let the keeper place one on my hands… And I was quite surprised.

Giant African Millipedes are the biggest species of millipede in the world, growing up to 38.5cm, and are really quite docile (unless you attack them, in which case they’ll spray you with a light acid, but it takes a lot of provoking for that to happen). They walk slowly, their myriad of legs flowing in tandem like a Mexican wave, and they’re really quite timid. They can’t bite as they have no teeth – they have to dissolve their food before they can eat it. I likened the millipede crawling over my hands as similar to the feeling of Velcro, and it instantly made me relax.

Fast forward 12 or so years to 2017 and I find myself in Kenya, a stunning African country teeming with wildlife. I’m in awe as I realise that millipedes are everywhere! Not just Giant Africans, either… smaller, stripy ones can be witnessed within the foliage along with larger, red-legged ones – everywhere I looked I would see them. I became fascinated, watching them slowly inch across the ground exploring their surroundings. When the camp leaders weren’t looking I’d let them crawl onto my hands, feeling their pointy feet grip onto my skin. As weird as it sounds, I quite fell in love with them.

When I got back home I knew I had to have more interaction with these creatures, so I made the decision to throw myself into the exotic pet world and purchase one. We got her as an early Christmas present… She arrived curled up in a plastic pot from Pembrokeshire, complete with a heat mat and some symbiotic mites. My friend, owner of various exotic creatures, helped me get her set up, and I quickly settled into being something of an invert Mum.

Chongololo (which is Swahili slang for Giant African Millipede) is by far the most fascinating creature I’ve ever owned. She’s not cuddly and she doesn’t love me like a dog might, but I’ve learnt so much about her kind just from being able to observe her. She’s almost completely blind, relying on her sense of smell and her antennae to understand the world, and she gravitates towards dark spaces for protection – when I’m taking photos of her she’ll often headbutt my phone thinking it’s a cave! She eats overripe fruit and veg but also loves hardwood leaves, so I go out every so often to collect them from my town (you can imagine the looks from the locals). Sometimes you’ll hear this tiny crunching noise and it’ll be her feet traversing over the leaf debris.

Despite her lack of sentience, she’s also got a fair bit of character… I’ve had to rescue her before as she got her head stuck in a tomato skin! She can be incredibly shy, making me wonder why I feared them in the first place – any interaction will at first cause her to curl into a tight swirl, protecting herself from danger. She’ll relax after a while and will freely explore, though sometimes she’ll refuse to unfurl until I place her back in her coconut hut, which is a personality trait I completely identify with.

Chongololo may be a bit different but I love having her as a pet, and hopefully I’ll have her for a few more years (Giant Africans tend to live for around 5-7 years on average). If you’ve never considered an exotic pet before but find yourself intrigued then they’re a really great option – a different kind of rewarding, but a fascinating creature to observe. And if you’re currently fearful of them, I urge you to have a go at interacting with one… Once you see first-hand how timid they are you might just feel okay about them.

My Willow Heart

Today’s story is written by the amazing Chloe. Here’s a little about her and her cat Willow before we get stuck into her pet story.

My name is Chloe and I run a blog about mental health, eating disorder recovery and wellness. I’m from the north of Ireland and have been blogging over on Nyxie’x Nook for just under 3 months now. I love all animals but my my cat wins, hands down! Animals are such therapy, and love us far more than people ever could. Everyone says that their pet is perfect, the joy in that being that no one is wrong.

Will is a long haired tortoise shell cat that my partner and I adopted in September 2018. We’re not sure of her age or origins, we’re guessing she’s between 5-7 years old, and all we know is that she spent 4 years in the shelter.

She’s a lazy cat as far as cats go. We’ve tried playing with her with numerous toys but she prefers to sleep or watch birds that actually do much moving. Jackson Galaxy once said that every cat plays, you just need to find what they love, well Willow loves to sleep! And there’s just no way we’re changing that.

My partner and I had wanted a pet for some time after purchasing our first home in May 2019. A dog was too much work and honestly I wouldn’t be able to give a dog the attention they need. I would feel bad that he or she would be inside all day and if outside additional fencing would have been needed.

We took drive up to the local animal shelter on the 8th of September 2018 (my birthday), and had a look at what they had to offer.

We never intended to find a pet that day. It had been a bad day and I just wanted to see animals to help me calm down. We stepped into the cattery side of the shelter and almost immediately willow was pawing at the window on her door.

We stepped into the room (to this day we aren’t sure if we were meant to, but oh well) and Willow was rubbing herself around our ankles and sniffing our faces. When her room mate (Pixie) came over for a cuddle she quickly shooed her away with the swipe of her paw. We knew then and there that she was ours. My partner went and spoke to the coordinator of the shelter later that week, we had a quick home visit and on the 18th of September, Willow came to her forever home!

Now Willow is very much the queen of the house. She not only buts us awake at 6am (or earlier) every morning for food, but she also takes great pleasure in leading us downstairs or into the kitchen all day, everyday.

I was never really a cat person, although I admired them from afar, but since bringing Willow home I have become a full blown cat lady, in love with all the furry felines of the world.

Willow has her very own segment every Wednesday on Chloe’s Facebook Page, Twitter and Instagram! If you’d like to follow Chloe on twitter click on her username ‘ @nyxiesnook and you’ll be directed to her twitter account!

*I just want to remind people that they should go to a shelter instead of buying because there are so many cats and dogs that need homes!


^ Chloe also wanted me to add a little message, which I personally back up 100%.

If you have or have had a pet and would like to share your story then please email me your story with a few pictures of your pet/s (and you if you wish) to: littletinkable@gmail.com

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I wish you all a terrific Friday and a relaxing weekend!

Puppy Love

Today’s pet story is told by the lovely Darcy.

Darcy of Preserving My Sanity lives in Minnesota with her husband, two dogs, one cat, four chickens, and a handful of goldfish. She and her husband enjoy cooking, gardening, food preservation, fishing, hunting, and camping. When they aren’t working on their hobbies, you might find them drinking a margarita together on their porch

I was 24 years old when I got my first dog as a Christmas gift from my boyfriend, and we drove in a snowstorm to pick her up.  She was a light blonde golden retriever, and she was perfect.  She was always the sweetest girl with the biggest heart, and I learned so much from her. During a hard and scary time in my life when my relationship ended, when I wasn’t sure what was next, she was with me.

We travelled for my job together for 6 months, as nomad pals. Everything we owned was in storage except what fit in my small car, and she hung out in her crate during the day while I went to work. In the morning and at night, we walked on the beach. She was always with me.

When I bought my first home, she and I spent the first night on her dog bed since my bed hadn’t yet been moved in. She escaped from the fenced in backyard that first week, and came to the front door scratching to get let in. She missed me whenever she wasn’t touching me, and she was so soft.

Her name was Dakota, and she loved to swim. When we went to the lake or to the beach, it was nearly impossible to get her to stop swimming. When it was time to leave, she would just keep jumping back in the water, just like the children at the swimming pool who continuously beg their parents for “just five more minutes!” She also loved peanut butter, stuffed animals, tennis balls, walks, snuggles, and her beagle sister.

When I met my (now) husband, she loved him just as much as if she’d always known him, and she loved it even more when she got to come along in the boat with us.  One time we were out fishing in the inlet and he cast his line out, and she jumped right off the boat to go fetch it. We struggled to drag her big wet butt right back up into the boat, and she didn’t do that again.

She was prone to cancerous lumps, like many golden retrievers. I continued to get them checked, and removed, and she was a pro at wearing the cone of shame. When she was 10 years old, she started having trouble regulating her body temperature and she was always thirsty. We took her to the vet and they diagnosed her with liver cancer, and said she had maybe about a year or so to live. I was so devastated. She ended up living 2 more years, until ultimately her body quit functioning properly and it was time to say goodbye.

I wrote this blog post: (https://preservingmysanity.com/2018/10/01/sweet-dakota/) about how to know when it’s time to say goodbye, as it was something I struggled the most with during the 2 years I knew she was sick.  I didn’t want her to suffer, but I also wanted her with me as long as possible. In the end, the decision came in the right timing and we said good-bye to our sweet girl.  We buried her in the yard, and planted a perennial garden there.

Today, we still have her beagle sister Mattie – who is 12 years old now and just had a (non-cancerous) lump of her own removed from her chest and is doing well.  We also have a 3-year old Brittany spaniel named Bill, who is a total stooge and character and reminds me of Dakota in so many ways. He is my buddy and I love him too.

My husband and I don’t have children, and I truly don’t see a time in my future where I won’t be the momma of 2 dogs. The saddest part of being a dog mom is that they don’t live as long as we’d like them to, but I will just love them as hard as I can while they are with me, until it’s time to recycle the love.

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