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My human always says that I choose my name. Which I think is obvious, since it is such a purrfect name for me. The story goes that when she got me, she put me in the floor and with her companion, started calling out names. I just ignorned them and continuted to play, untill I heard that beautiful sound, LOKI. My human's companion called it out and I jumped like a flea had nipped my tail. I tried to cover my tracks, but I was found out. At first my human growled at her companion, because any cat named after the Trickster god was sure to be trouble. Soon, though she saw how well the named fit me and gave in. I am now and will always be Laura's Loki (my name tag even says so).
What I and my human were wondering is how all the other Loki's out there got their names. If you want share your story.
I don't know exactly, but by human mum says that I was meant to be called something else, only I was getting into so much trouble (already as a kitten) that she had to name me Loki (although I am a GIRL!).
I love the name, though, it's perfect for me, I think.
I'm a Loki and proud of it!
Loki in Sweden xxx
I got my name because I was feral and did a lot of mischevious things. So my Mommy thought it was perfect. Plus my in Daddy's religion Loki is on of his God's, so we thought it was purrfect!
I tried to escape from the Humane Society for two days. I figured out that I could hang on the bars and move the plate on the bottom just enough to slip out to the floor, and then I could go talk to the puppies in the next room. One of the ladies there was getting very annoyed with me.
I heard my soon-to-be primates talking about finding a smart kitty, so I impressed them with my trick and they took me home.
I didn't have a name for a week. In that week I destroyed two curtain rods, dragged trash around the house, escaped up a tree (causing them to buy an 80 foot ladder). Still no name.
It wasn't until I stole my female primate's keys and dropped them down the drain that I earned the name Loki.
My mum named me Loki because she had NO idea how much mischeif a two month old kitten could get into! And besides my sisters name is Bast and she wanted to keep in the diety name range
(within 4 months of adopting me I broke two whole dish sets by crawling into the cuboard and pushing out the plates and bowls and cups! - so now mum uses paper plates at home *cackle*)
Mom named me "Loki" because she had become fascinated with mythology (I had a rodent "sister" at the time named Bucephalus B. Rat). Her Viking friend (yes, they do still exist) warned her against naming me after Loki. She didn't listen. She never does. When I was a kitten, I loved to attack things. Dad still has the scars. It was around the age of one that I became an "evil" genius, you might say. Manipulating my brother (also with a mythological name) to do my bidding.
The second part of my name is a joke, literally. I was born at the wolf sanctuary my mom worked at, and if you think about the irony of the wolves vs. Fenrir, you'll hurt yourself like Mom just did when she realized it. A few months before, they had realized Dad was deathly allergic to dogs (and wolves). To make a long story short, with the lack of oxygen during a weekend "wolf-sitting" stay, he began hallucinating and talking to the resident black cat, whom he referred to in this state as "Mr. Bipp", and telling HER how wonderful Antiques Roadshow was. Mom woke up to this in time to drive him to the hospital.
She never let him live it down.
So seeing as how "Mr. Bipp" was my predecessor and possible relative, I was named after her. The -tastic came when Mom realized what great entertainment I provided. She said I was fantastic.
I was living under a laurel bush behind my mom's house. I wouldn't let her get near me, even with food. My Mom started calling me "Little Orange Kitty," and it took her three months before I would let her touch me. She finally caught me and had me neutered. She spent a lot of time with me in the beginning, and we really bonded. Since she already had two cats, and my Dad is allergic to cats, she found a good home for me. When my new Mom came to pick me up, I freaked out and ran under the dishwasher, and I refused to come out. After a pot of tea and a long visit, my Mom said she would bring me over to my new house when I came out. After my new Mom left, I finally came out. My Mom picked me up and started crying into my fur and said she just couldn't let me go. My Dad looked at her and said "Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas." And that's how I ended up with her.
For quite a while she kept calling me "Little Orange Kitty" because she couldn't see me with any other name. Finally, it hit her:
L ittle O range Ki tty. LOKi.
My Mom learned about the God of Mischief later, and trust me, it's very appropriate.
My mom got me when I was a little baby. I was advertised in the paper because I was so special. It said "free kittens to good homes". Since my mom had a good home she came to get me. When I got home my mom didn't name me for a long while because she wanted something that fit. I stuck to her like glue. She took to wearing overalls so she could carry me in the bib while she did housework. I had this cute habit of running up her pant leg so that I could climb into the overall bib. When I got bigger, my mom decided that wasn't so cute anymore and she especially didn't like it when she was wearing something other than pants or overalls.
I always knew that I was too smart to be a cat. I tried to explain this to my mom on numerous occasions. Sometimes this resulted in me getting in trouble. I got the name Loki because he was trickster god that assumed different animal forms to cause trouble. I guess she figured that must be how I got stuck as a cat.
All the other pets in the house came after me (of course), so she stuck with the Norse theme. Freya is my annoying little sister and Garm and Vidar are my retarded cousins. Thor, Hugin, Munin, Sol and Nott are the tasty treats that live in the art studio. Mom won't let me play with them though. All I can do is watch while they run in their little wheel.
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My mom got me when I was a little baby. I was advertised in the paper because I was so special. It said "free kittens to good homes". Since my mom had a good home she came to get me. When I got home my mom didn't name me for a long while because she wanted something that fit. I stuck to her like glue. She took to wearing overalls so she could carry me in the bib while she did housework. I had this cute habit of running up her pant leg so that I could climb into the overall bib. When I got bigger, my mom decided that wasn't so cute anymore and she especially didn't like it when she was wearing something other than pants or overalls.