People On Twitter Shared How Their Pet’s Names Evolved And It’s Pretty Great
Ever wonder how people get the nicknames they do? How on earth did we get the name Dick from Richard? Or Bob from Robert? Or Ned from Edward? Recently on Twitter, people gave an insight into how these nicknames may have evolved. After one Twitter user shared how their dog's nickname evolved, folks around the Twitterverse began sharing their own pet name evolutions. And the results are pretty amazing!
The purrfect pun.
Behold, the Fluffiest of the Elder Gods.
Not short enough, if you ask me.
You have to Keith 'em guessing!
The simpler, the better.
From Hero to Zero
It really does make purrfect sense.
He might not have been the sharpest crayon in the box, but he sure had the best nickname.
All I can say is ... Poor Rupert.
The wonderful thing about Tigger, is Tigger is a very polite cat. 
Now that's one Cool Cat.
Call me Bon. James Bon.
Autocats, loaf out!
How did your cat's nickname evolve? Share with us in the comments!
My first ever cat, Smokette, lived to be 20 years old. She passed a few years ago. In her 20 years, she was rarely ever called by her full name. She went from Smokette to Smo, then on to "Schmo", Smoke-a-Woke-a to S'Mowgli. As she aged, her meow eventually turned into a raspy sort of bleat, so we took to calling her the Old Goat. But mostly, she was Smo. Rest in peace, Smo!
Our tuxedo cat is named Batman by my two boys. He is called Batman, Man, Bat Cat, Bruce, Master Wayne, and Wayne.
Wow, so many people have such fun with their cats’ nicknames. I’ve always regarded our cats as family members, so we haven’t “evolved” their names. To the girls, we add monikers of affection, like Angelina-baby, or -princess, or -precious. Once in awhile, I’ll call her Angelina Ballerina. Much of the time, I just call her what she’s always been to me since the day she was born in our house, my Baby Girl. Momo is also given sweet add-ons when she’s being good, so she’s Momo-baby, but more often, when she’s being a brat, then she just becomes “The Brat” or “The Booger”. Because she was named after a mostly sweet and gentle character from an anime, when she behaves badly, (during her kitten and teen periods, my hands and arms were nothing but scratches and scars, and I was usually wrapped like a mummy, as she had no sense of self control when she played), we’ll reconsider we should’ve named her after a no-nonsense badass female character from the same anime her name came from, so we’ll call her SoiFon when she’s being a snot. Or I’ll threaten her that I’m changing her name to Yoruichi, the most badass female character from that series. The youngest, Renji, a boy, especially because in spite of being neutered, is being TOO MUCH of a boy lately in regards to the girls cats, just gets -boy added to his name. Sometimes when he’s really being bad, he’s Renji-horny-boy. Or Booger. He’s not as active as Momo, but lately I have to chaperone him if he wants to sleep on the same bed as our girl cats. Angelina is a senior citizen kitty, almost sixteen, and does not appreciate him trying to jump her when he’s feeling “frisky”. Little horn dog, he adopted her as his mother figure when we first rescued him from the streets and brought him home two years ago, much to Angelina’s consternation, and now he’s trying to put the moves on her! Scandalous.
When I was a child, we had a cat that sort-of named himself. Or, more like he ignored us for weeks until we gave him a name he approved of and finally accepted. My mother adopted a kitten from her boss’s cat. The mother was a Siamese, the father was some sort of Japanese wild cat, they’d told her. The kitten was a Manx flame-point with gorgeous blue eyes and long fangs. We thought the kitten was a girl, so we named her Miranda, with no response. Then Samantha, Sandy, Angel,etc. The little spitfire was no angel, so we knew that name wouldn’t stick. Then someone told us white cats were usually deaf, so we thought that was why the kitten wouldn’t respond to her name. Once we’d determined the kitten wasn’t deaf, we kept trying new names every day. Devil, Diablo, Speedy Gonzales, Snowball, and I can’t remember what all else, but it went on for weeks. Then we saw an old Disney movie at a church social, called “Charlie and the Angel”, and tried Charlie on the kitten. The first time we called him that, he turned right around and meowed back, responding like he’d always had that name. He looked at us as if to say, “It’s about time you guys guessed my name!” We would try calling him other things occasionally, but he only answered to Charlie.
We have our big baby boy Jackson Galaxy Barone Jr the Third… A.K.A. Jackson, Fatson, Fatty Booba, Booba, Booba Tooba, BoobaTooba Face, Bubba Tubba, … and many more.
And our lil baby girl Lucy, Lucy Goosey, Lulu Bear, Lulu Muffin, Lulu Muffin Bear, Lulu Muffin Bear Baby Bear, HonoLulu, HonoLucy. Lulee, Lulu Bug, and Lulu Monster.
Ours was Richard but then it turned into Dick and as you could of guessed a lot of puns came from that so he’s referred to as dickle pickle, dickapotomus or dickosaurus … not really helping his case.
Our cat was already named Jasper when we adopted him. Jasper/Jaspin/Jaspin Fool/Fool/The Fool/Fool Lion/Grouch Potato
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