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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Where’s Timmy?

Today’s post was written by Danielle Calloway a name you may recognise her name from her previous guest post on my blog called: The Unsung Furry Hero

(This isn’t “Timmy”. This is a random picture of a local Tomcat that comes by).

Somehow my patio ended up being a safe-house for single mommy cats with their young.  Stray cats must’ve had a bulletin board with postings where the safe houses were.  Some came while pregnant, I’d feed and water them, then when they had their kittens, they’d take them somewhere else. 

I do feel the need to put a disclaimer here: I am not a cat person.  However, the cats seemed to know I couldn’t refuse an animal in need, and they thoroughly took advantage of the situation.

Once a mama cat came with her two, very young, kittens and set up home in a sheltered corner of my patio.  I took out the bowls, set them in the shade, and told her, “You are welcome to stay until your young ones are ready to be on their own.”

Every morning I drank my coffee on the patio and Mama Cat proudly showed off her kittens, although she wouldn’t let me touch or play with them.  Every time they tried, she’d swat them and glare at me. 

One day I heard a knock on my screen door.  Going to the door, I looked out and saw Mama Cat staring up at me.  She quickly ran away.  Shrugging my shoulders, I went back to the kitchen.  Mama Cat knocked again.  As soon as I walked up to the door, she ran away.

“Really, now,” I said, “Ditch doorbell is not a nice game to play.  What do you want? You have food and water and I’m not giving you more milk until later.”

She ran up to the door, swatted it, and ran off again.

“What is it Lassie?  Did Timmy fall into the well?  Or maybe into the pond?” I sarcastically asked.  “Where’s Timmy?”

Smirking at the idea that Mama Cat miraculously turned into Lassie, I followed her to the corner of my patio, where there was a narrow opening between the two houses.  She stared into the dark crevice.

I bent down and looked where she was staring and saw the tip of a tiny tail.

Astounded, I said, “Wow, you really did show me where Timmy is.”

Since it was dark in there, I needed a flashlight to access the situation.  When I got up to walk back into the house, Mama Cat grabbed onto my leg and wouldn’t let it go.  “I’ll be right back, I don’t have cat eyes like yours, I need help.”

She waited at the screen door for me to return and led me back to the kitten, who I will forever refer to as Timmy.

Shedding light on the situation, I saw poor Timmy in a precarious situation.  Stuck between two walls, he couldn’t turn around.  He couldn’t go forward on the ledge unless he wanted to fall one story down and be forever stuck between the two houses. 

Talking softly, I slowly reached in and Timmy, frightened, lunged forward and almost fell headfirst to his death.  Backing my hand out, I said to Mama Cat.  “We have three options, I pull him out by his tail, I try to get him out and he falls to his death, or we leave him there until he figures out how to back out all by himself.”

Mama Cat didn’t want him falling and she, like me, didn’t have much confidence that Timmy would figure out reverse any time soon.  And, being a mama, she wanted him out NOW. 

I, again, put my hand in and grabbed his tail.  With one sharp yank, and a yowl from Timmy, I pulled him to safety.

Timmy arched his back and spat at me. 

Mama Cat smacked him across the face, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and trotted off to their corner.

Timmy never wanted to play with me after that, forever resentful that I pulled his tail.  He never did thank me, either, for having saved his life.

In time they all left my patio and new cats moved in.  Timmy is the only one I ever named.

If you have a pet story you’d love to share (it can be anything!) Then please email me your story at: littletinkable@gmail.com

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Happy, Monday, I hope you all have a wonderful week!

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%.

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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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The Unsung Furry Hero

Introducing the ‘Lets Talk Pets Series’ a series where I share YOUR stories about YOUR (or someone you know) pets. Here I’ll be sharing all kind of pet stories from heart harming to heart breaking, from crying to laughing. These are true stories of people’s pets or of people’s pets.

Today’s story is told by Danielle Calloway. Danielle Calloway currently lives in Ecuador as a volunteer teaching the deaf.  In her free time, she writes.  Her first novel, The Lost Child, based on a true story of an abandoned deaf boy, is now on Amazon. And with out any further delay here’s Danielle’s pet story! You can follow Danielle on Twitter by clicking on to her username – @AuthorCalloway

Charmaine and I were sitting drinking smoothies out of a plastic bag, watching the hordes of people in the bustling open market, when we saw a curious sight.  A dog walked up to a small bakery, sat down and stared at the owner.  She looked down at the dog and told him, “I’ll be with you in a minute.”  After attending to her customers, she filled a bag with bread and handed it to the dog.  The dog gently took it in his mouth and trotted off, tail wagging.

Seeing us watching her, she explained, “The dog comes by every day.  I can see that he’s well cared for and loved, which means he has a family.  The strange thing is, he never opens the bag, just takes it and trots off.  I figure he’s bringing it home to his family and they must need the bread.”

“Aren’t you curious to know who he belongs to?” asked Charmaine.

“Of course,” she said, “I’ve thought about putting a note in the bag, but I don’t know, I think I like not knowing.  And I don’t want the family to feel obligated to pay me.  This is something I can do to help someone in need.”

Fifteen years later, while walking my dog, a woman asked if she could pet her.  We sat down and as she pet my dog she said, “About 15 years or so ago, I had a dog.  He was the best dog I’ve ever had.  You know, he saved our family?  We were out of work, didn’t even have money to buy food.  I didn’t know how I was going to feed my children and they were crying from hunger.  One day my dog went out in the direction of the open market came back with bread.  He did that every day.  And it was bread in a bag!  At first, I thought he stole the bag, but since it happened every day, someone must’ve been giving the bread to him.  He never opened the bag, never ate the bread, just came every morning and gave it to me.”

As her eyes misted with tears, remembering her hero, I said, “Do you want to know what really happened?” and I proceeded to tell her what I saw that day, years ago.

I think we can all agree that this is one story I’m glad I read. What a good dog! And such a lovely ending to a lovely story about an incredible pet!

If you have story about someone’s pet or have one about your own and would like to share it please email me your story, at: littletinkable@gmail.com

I truly hope you enjoyed today’s first post of my new series of ‘lets talk pets!’ If you have any feed back I’d love to hear it in the comments below. Please don’t forget to subscribe, share and like. I hope you all have peaceful and lovely week. until next time!

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