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Let’s see for Cats… All were window toss kittens when I found them. All were outside cats on the farmstead.
“It”. First mouser I ever had, looked like Morris the cat. Don’t remember exactly how it got the name but it worked out well. Anyone would come to my place, yell out “Where is It?” and the cat would come running for attention then run off back into the woods to wherever it is that it went.
Sam and Eule. They came as a pair one morning when I woke up and saw two lumps in the road. Again, no idea how they got those names but it worked out fine. Go out back and call “Samule!” and the pair would come running from out of nowhere. The two were inseparable and you would never see one without the other, like book ends.
Patty. Guys will know this story. New girlfriend wanted a cat and didn’t much like having outside cats. Brought a kitten home and it tuned into the lap cat. Her lap of course. If it ever came over to me my lab would just keep pushing it with its nose until it left my area. It put up with the dog, and the dog put up with the cat. Not near as much fun as any of my other cats as they would all play together. I inherited it when she left.
Dogs. I have had 3 female black labs. First one was “Sweetheart”. She was 10 weeks old when she found me. A friend had the runt of a litter left and the pup took a liking to me, so I took it home. For a few days it was just “the Pup”. Then, at one party everyone exclaimed what a Sweetheart she was, it stuck. Worked out well too. She really was a sweetheart, loved everyone, smarter than she should have been and lived up to her name.
“Wendy” was next in line. She found me after I got through picking at a party. I had just moved to NC and a friend had told them about Sweetheart. I had dug her hole a year or so before that. Seems they knew someone who had a litter recently and had one black gal left. The pup took a liking to me so off we went together. That little thing whinned! It was the noisiest pup I have ever seen. Whinned, grunted, snorted… Always had to be making some sort of noise. Only thing that would stop it is if I got on the floor and it could rest against me. Yeah, I tried to find a workaround but she was destined to be a Velcro Lab. “Wendy Whinner” was her official name, from the SNL skits.
I was missing a companion after digging a hole for Wendy. I put out word and got a reply that someone had a little black gal. It was a miserable day when I went to see the pup, cloudy, drizzling, cold.. I pulled in and this little fat black thing does the puppy wobble over to me. Brightened up my day it did! Greeted her with a “Hey there Sunshine!” I took it home and stopped off at the vets to have it looked over. They asked me for a name and having just lost Wendy I thought Methuselah would be fitting. Ya know, she would get older and I could go “Come on Methuselah..” Well, the young techs there refused to put that down as its name. “You can’t name such a cute puppy with something like that!” They started coming up with young gal names... Blackie, CutiePie.. stuff like that. I thought on it and decided it couldn’t have a basic name so thought back to when I first saw the pup. I told the techs, “I got mmmm <point to pup> on a cloudy day.” I got some puzzled looks and tried again. I picked the pup up, put her on my shoulder and said “I’ve got mmm mm <point to pup> on my shoulder”. Still nothing.. I forget what the next hint was, but it hit them. And “Sunshine” was written in her permanent record. It worked out well. She was a ray of sunshine for me.
I am companionless at the moment, but looking forward to my next challenge. I’m pretty sure I will be needing an assistance dog in the near future and would like to train a pup before I get to where I need her help. As with all my others, when I am ready, one will find me and she will find her own name.
Let’s see for Cats… All were window toss kittens when I found them. All were outside cats on the farmstead.
“It”. First mouser I ever had, looked like Morris the cat. Don’t remember exactly how it got the name but it worked out well. Anyone would come to my place, yell out “Where is It?” and the cat would come running for attention then run off back into the woods to wherever it is that it went.
Sam and Eule. They came as a pair one morning when I woke up and saw two lumps in the road. Again, no idea how they got those names but it worked out fine. Go out back and call “Samule!” and the pair would come running from out of nowhere. The two were inseparable and you would never see one without the other, like book ends.
Patty. Guys will know this story. New girlfriend wanted a cat and didn’t much like having outside cats. Brought a kitten home and it tuned into the lap cat. Her lap of course. If it ever came over to me my lab would just keep pushing it with its nose until it left my area. It put up with the dog, and the dog put up with the cat. Not near as much fun as any of my other cats as they would all play together. I inherited it when she left.
Dogs. I have had 3 female black labs. First one was “Sweetheart”. She was 10 weeks old when she found me. A friend had the runt of a litter left and the pup took a liking to me, so I took it home. For a few days it was just “the Pup”. Then, at one party everyone exclaimed what a Sweetheart she was, it stuck. Worked out well too. She really was a sweetheart, loved everyone, smarter than she should have been and lived up to her name.
“Wendy” was next in line. She found me after I got through picking at a party. I had just moved to NC and a friend had told them about Sweetheart. I had dug her hole a year or so before that. Seems they knew someone who had a litter recently and had one black gal left. The pup took a liking to me so off we went together. That little thing whinned! It was the noisiest pup I have ever seen. Whinned, grunted, snorted… Always had to be making some sort of noise. Only thing that would stop it is if I got on the floor and it could rest against me. Yeah, I tried to find a workaround but she was destined to be a Velcro Lab. “Wendy Whinner” was her official name, from the SNL skits.
I was missing a companion after digging a hole for Wendy. I put out word and got a reply that someone had a little black gal. It was a miserable day when I went to see the pup, cloudy, drizzling, cold.. I pulled in and this little fat black thing does the puppy wobble over to me. Brightened up my day it did! Greeted her with a “Hey there Sunshine!” I took it home and stopped off at the vets to have it looked over. They asked me for a name and having just lost Wendy I thought Methuselah would be fitting. Ya know, she would get older and I could go “Come on Methuselah..” Well, the young techs there refused to put that down as its name. “You can’t name such a cute puppy with something like that!” They started coming up with young gal names... Blackie, CutiePie.. stuff like that. I thought on it and decided it couldn’t have a basic name so thought back to when I first saw the pup. I told the techs, “I got mmmm <point to pup> on a cloudy day.” I got some puzzled looks and tried again. I picked the pup up, put her on my shoulder and said “I’ve got mmm mm <point to pup> on my shoulder”. Still nothing.. I forget what the next hint was, but it hit them. And “Sunshine” was written in her permanent record. It worked out well. She was a ray of sunshine for me.
I am companionless at the moment, but looking forward to my next challenge. I’m pretty sure I will be needing an assistance dog in the near future and would like to train a pup before I get to where I need her help. As with all my others, when I am ready, one will find me and she will find her own name.
