How did everyone get there cat and why did you name them the name you did?

If you are wondering what is the right cat for you, this is the place to be. In this introductory forum we talk about topics such as breed vs. mix, size, age, grooming, breeders, shelters, rescues as well as requirements for exercise, space and care. No question is too silly here. This particular forum is for getting and giving helpful, nice advice. It is definitely not a forum for criticizing someone else's opinion, knowledge or advice. This forum is all about purring and learning.

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Copper

Spoilt rotten <3

Purred: Mon Sep 7, '09 9:57am PST


	I wasnt planning on getting another cat ever again. In 2005 I hand reared a litter of kittens because their mother just wasnt interested in the least about looking after them, she was happier messing about outside. I decided to keep one that I named Tiger and we were unbelivably attached to eachother. Sadly he was a year old when he was hit by a car and it left me devistated...so after that I swore never to get another cat again and just to stick with the three cats I had already. I stuck that choice out for 5 years until 3 days ago... A friend's cat unexpectidly had kittens. When visiting my friend she asked if I would take one and after seeing them how could I refuse? I couldnt pick which one to have out of the litter of 5. So I just sat on the floor and waited for one to approach me. Copper was the first. He was all over me, wanting a fuss and puuring his head off. He wasnt always called Copper. For several weeks before I got him he was called Monster, a name that i'd loved for a cat for years but when I got him home I found that it just didnt suit him at all. It took me two days to come up with Copper out of the Disney film The Fox and The Hound. He was almost Tod but I remember all the bad things that happened to Tod in the film and it just put me off the name, heh. Plus, I dont know another cat called Copper which is nice to have that thing different. You could also apply Copper to the colour of his fur.

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Josie

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Purred: Tue Sep 8, '09 7:46pm PST


	I was rescued from a shelter when I was not a baby but probably 8-10 months old. They named me Josie as in like Josie and the pussy cats

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Gracie

I'm the baby,- gotta love me!

Purred: Wed Sep 9, '09 9:13am PST


	I named myself. Mom even says I introduced myself before she ever laid eyes on me. See, mommy wanted a cat to keep Boris company, and went to the shelter to get an adult cat. Not finding one she liked, she decided to visit the kitten den, where there were two cages, each with a mom and her kittens. Mom wanted to pet my orange brothers (Boris is orange, mom has a soft spot for them), but I just wouldn't let her. I kept batting at her finger until she petted me and I started to lick her. Dad got into it, and I did the same. Dad decided to ask if I was available for adoption, and the shelter lady said that I was barely old enough, but yes, I could be adopted. Dad wanted to name me Storm or Winter or Seattle (where I am from). Mom and dad settled on the first of those three names. But I didn't like it very much, and kept not answering it. This was frustrating for mom when she wanted to give me treats (I wouldn't touch them, I didn't know who they were for), and when she'd look for me (I loved to hide in the smallest spaces). Then mom remembered that shortly before she and dad finally broke down and went to the shelter, she had a dream that she had this little grey cat that followed her around. She remembered that in the dream, the kitty was called Gracie, and mom kept calling her name while the kitty followed along. So mom tried calling me "Gracie", and that was the first time that instead of ignoring mommy, I came up to her and looked up at her expectantly. Mom experimented with calling me "Gracie" or "Storm" throughout the day, and I would only look at her when she'd say "Gracie". So she told dad when dad came home, and he said he would be willing to try "Gracie" for a bit and see what happened. Well, I've been Gracie ever since. Mom says she doesn't really believe in this stuff, but she's almost tempted to say that I sent her that dream to tell her to come find me, and when I saw her, I knew she had come for me. But then at first I was confused, because mom didn't know my name. Once she figured it out, though, I became her little grey ninja kitten. I like to hide even to this day, but all momma has to do is say "Gracie" and I will appear out of nowhere. My brother was named by his rescue group. Mom liked the name instantly, and Boris already answered to it. Mom later found out that "Boris" means "little one" in Russian, and she dug the name even more, both due to its contrast (Boris is a very big cat now, he's built like an Oriental and has the weight to match one, though he started out life as a runt), and to the fact that Boris acts like a kitten, even though he's a big cat now. Edited by author Wed Sep 9, '09 9:17am PST

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Bam Margera

Deamon Cat of- Barker Street

Purred: Wed Sep 9, '09 11:51am PST


	Mommys best friend had a purr bred Siamese who got out and we were the "Oops" Resault of that. I am the youngest of 6, as all my siblings were born June 28th, and I was born on the 29th. Mommy had just gotten very obessed with a show called Viva La Bam and the host of the Show. Bam Margera. And so Jokingly she said she was going to name her new Kitten Bam margera. And thats what happened. To be honest the name fits cause I can be a real Jac A**! MOL!!! To be funny, she likes to tell people if I'd come into her life a few weeks earlier I would of been Obi-wan, which means instead of Ville Valo my sister would be Anakin! MOL!!

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Ville Valo

Bury me deep- inside your- heart

Purred: Wed Sep 9, '09 11:58am PST


	Mommy and Daddy decided after discussing the options of getting a Puppy! WTD! that a puppy just wasn't right at this time, maybe in the future. So they both agreed to get a new fluffy kitten to bring home. So Mommy looked and looked on Craigslist and just didn't find anyone who spoke to her. (she's one of those, we gotta learn to talk and say her name before she'll take up kind of people MOL) But anyways friend Shelley said why don't we look at the Humane Sociaty they have a high ratio of Euthinization there. So mommy was okay fine will look there....(Mommy was unhappy cause going to those places depresses her to NO End, not because she didn't want a precious rescue kitty). So we went in and were looking at all the precious kittehs around them when mommy leaned down to look in the cage I was in with two of my possible sibblings. My two sibbys backed up but me I threw myself at the bars and stuck a paw out and went. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! So mommy opened the cage to take a look at me and i bolted from the cage and said. Forget this place I'm goin home with you! So Mommy said, "this one Matt, this is the one for us! We must have him." So mommy looks at my card and see's...I am a girl..."oops" but she knows I've picked them, and she can't say no now. So they adopt me and bring me home where...I have been named Ville Valo after the lead singer of the Finnish Rock Band HIM. (Ville is pronounced Vil--la) Mommy said she had to have a Ville to go with her Bam, so here we are, Bam Margera and Ville Valo.

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Trixy

Oooo what's- that! I'm going- to get it!

Purred: Wed Sep 9, '09 1:07pm PST


	I love to read this thread and hear all of the stories. All are such lucky kitties! I am glad it still continues today after 7 months ago I started it....that means that are a lot of new kitties comming on catster.

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Marie

Yum! Feet!

Purred: Sun Oct 4, '09 3:54am PST


	I came across Marie at the RSPCA after being abandoned along with her 2 brothers and 1 sister. Her brothers and sisters had already been adopted out, and poor little Marie was left all alone. I knew I had to take her. She was so small, the runt of the litter. 7 grams at 5 weeks old. As soon as I picked her up, she snuggled right into my arms. I took her home right then and there. I named her Marie after the kitten off the Disney movie, the aristocats. She was such a little madam, the name fit just perfectly. Anyone know the lines off the movie "ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them" and "because I'm a lady, thats why"? Thats very much her personality. And PS - I love reading all these posts. Theyre all so beautiful!

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Miss Tiny- Burr Burr

gotts the 'tude- of the torti

Purred: Sun Oct 4, '09 9:45am PST


	i went to the animal control to get a puppy when i saw a mother and 6 tiny kittens, 5 weeks old. she was sick, and it was a friday. which sadly, is the kill day at the shelter. if she didnt find a home that day, her and all her kittens would be put down. i left the shelter that day with no puppy, but mom and babies. Tiny almost starved to death because they all had agressive infections. tiny was grossly underweight, you could see every bone. when she came out i cried because she was so far gone. after a trip to the vet we found out tiny weighted only a few ounces, her siblings were a pound or more. I checked on her every hour, eatch time i wondered if she would be dead. when tiny ran, she weezed. when she tried to eat, she couldnt. she clung to me more then her mother, who was pushing her babies away because she was sick herself. after months of close care, several vet trips, the entire litter, including tiny, lived. she is named tiny because while she was sick, i didnt name her. she could have died anytime, i didnt want to fall apart. so i just called her the "tiny" kitten. it stuck. as i type tiny is sitting by me, purring. she is 4 now, and she is the most beautiful, loving and charming cat i have ever had. our bond is closer then any pet i have had. Tiny talks, fetches, and sits with me when im sad. she even won ribbions at a cat show, and the judges an i beleve she is half oriental shorthair. our bond together is what motivated me to start tiny tales rescue, and so far we have saved 60+ cats. Angel, her littermate is also with me. Spooky,minnie, and princess, her other littermates, live with family members. tinys mother was to wild to be tamed...before we could find her a home she ripped out a window screen and was never seen again.