Everyone has pet names.
It was my carer who named me ‘Missy.’
I had another name before that, but that was a long time ago. Or so it feels.
Now I have lots of names. My male person calls me many things:
It was my female person who started calling me ‘Nyanpoko’ and ‘Nyanpoko-san.’
But she has many many more pet names for me:
‘Missy Nyanpoko-san’ and of course, ‘Missy.’
I like it. It’s nice to have so many pet names. I know it’s because my persons love me so much.
They think I’m cute. *grin*
But it actually goes two ways. I have names for them too!
Yeah, I know that they have person names. But whatever. I prefer the pet names I have for them.
They belong to me, after all. I get to name them.
My male person I think of as ‘Smelly male-person’ or ‘Smells-a-lot.’
Now, I don’t mean that in a bad way, mind you.
He goes out into the big ‘outside’ a lot and comes home with his ‘person furs’ smelling of all sorts of things.
I love to sniff his dirty clothes. They smell so fresh and green.
They smell of the sorts of things that my persons bring home sometimes: grass and plants and dirt.
When his furs are washed and hanging up I like to sniff them. They have a different but still nice smell to them then.
(For more on person fur see https://wordpress.com/post/89981312/121/)
Sometimes I think of my male person as the Cuddle Monster because he likes to give me hugs – which I don’t like.
I know he just wants to hold me because he adores me so much.
It’s not my thing tho. I just put up with it because I like him so much; sometimes we have to do things we don’t really like for the persons we love.
Then there’s my female person. I don’t have as many names for her.
I think of her as ‘Mummy’ and that pretty much sums her up.
Although I do sometimes think of her as ‘Cat person.’
She’s not a cat person like me, but she likes to sleep and look outside. She sleeps more than my male person and likes to play with me. I think maybe she used to be a feline. Or maybe she just wants to be one.
I understand that – who wouldn’t want to be a cat!?
I love being a cat.*Smiley face*
Oh, I almost forgot! I have two more names for her:
She loves to touch my nose for some reason!
I think it’s how she shows her affection.
So to return the affection, I often rub my nose against her outstretched fingers, and then quickly wipe my mouth on her hand – making her mine…mine…MINE! FOREVER!!
Ha ha ha! She has no idea!
I do love my persons!
Well, better go see what Mummy & Smelly-person is up to.
Ciao for now.