Here we are, Momma and I back on the plan and typing up my blog. I like to take prime position in front of the screen so that me thoughts flow through me onto the page, so to speak. I would like to tell you about the naming of cats. A cat has many names from the household pet names to the glorious Sunday names. I suppose, being Queen of all she prevails, defender of the realm, I should go first!
My Sunday name is Champion Maystarex Empress Of India after the great Queen Victoria of England. I nearly got called Chevron on account of my inverted 'V' on my face and thus I became Vee and a Viktori Vee to boot, yes, like the unique tasting herbal lozenge "Forged for Strength"!! Momma likes to play with words, meanings, sentiments and above all a bit of history. Like my name sake, I have have never been to India and like Queen Victoria do have a Munshi, in fact, several Munchies a day! My chocolate colouring flows under my ears like the braids worn by her majesty in her youth and my eyes sparkle like the emeralds in her sparkling tiara. The similarities don't stop there....! Mrs Brown? - I am chocolate! MOL
Lately, Momma has been calling me Shamu after the great whale kept in captivity in Florida. She really is referring to the way in which I circle my prey and swim from place to place when I have been accused of piddling on something. But I will have you know I am no big fish and it isn't me piddling! HONEST!!! So, Momma can stop with the name calling! Shamu, pfft. Just because I am the same colour and jump through hoops for her love and affection.
Faith also has a special Sunday name which never really gets a mention here in Maystar HQ as like Filly, she is the odd one out from another cattery. She is named Rexiru Black Envy of which was meant to be all about being a great show cat, all of which, she hated! Faith has a house name of Bubbah Fishy and if called Faith, it MUST be followed by 'Honey' or she will ignore you! Bubbah Fish grew from her love of salmon and the fact she was once, the baby of the family! Ten years on and she is the matriarch and very good at her top position. She never really was a Queen like me, she has always been a Princess and is often referred to as such in general conversations. The neighbours must think we have 20 cats here as Momma calls "Bubbah Fishy, Faith Honey, Princess." in reality it's just one pusser!
Her Daughter, Maystarex Elizabethan Poem, Lillibet also has a number of names too and like me she is named after a Queen, our Queen Elizabeth or Lilibet to her family. Our little Queen has a double L! She has her special names and her silly names such a Bitty Bean, a label taken from Little Britain after her tiny cat boobs grew huge and the term 'Bitty' stuck. She also has her own toys and manufactures those under the name of LilliLongLegs because her leggies are so very very long and she loved green beans so much as a kitten, playing with the bean string for hours so Bitty became Bitty Bean and now just Bitty B. She likes that name, it suits her and she purrs and chirrups with love and pride when she is told how pretty she is and kissed and snuggled. Well, I don't do all that with her, she is a whakkamonster and I call her the Gruppenfuhrer or Stair Troll. No one messes about running the gauntlet with her standing in the way. Kittens boast that they have made it safely past her, whilst others lick their wounds, She is demonic in her strikes!
Flaire has a beautiful name Grand Champion Maystarex Queen of Scots and has taken the name of Mary "Wished for child" and I often quote 'Mary Mary quite contrary' at her as she is a big bossy boots and rules the house with an iron paw. Momma calls her Girlfriend as she suckers up to ManSlave for kisses and extramarital affairs of the whisker pads where ManSlave caresses her ripples and calls her Blue Eyes. It's enough to make a cat puke and blush in equal measure. When she is being all mushy and sweet and loves Momma, she is rewarded with a Poppet or a Poppalopolis which makes her all gooey and adorable and even purrs. Pfft. My Sister NEVER purrs unless she wants something. Unlike all of us who purr on command! When you hear F-L-A-I-R-EEEEEE you know she is in trouble and has clouted some poor unsuspecting kitten around their hearing devices. Really, although she rules, she is a weak ruler and runs from conflict moaning and hissing.
I don't know if it's the fact we have all been here the longest or that we are the naughtiest that we have all these names? Momma even has a song for some of us. Here is mine....
"Oh GlOrY-ouse (sound like mouse)
ik-A-TORI-ouse (sounds like mouse)
She is A-DOOR-A-BULL.
Oh she is loved
By all OF-OUSE
And marches too and fro"
Ok, it doesn't rhyme but I love it and trot about striding out with my paws flicking them in a marching frenzy to the sultry beat of my British style monarchy tune. Flaire's is a bit more technical and rappy and makes her purr loudly and goes something like this....
Poppolopolis, born in a metropolis
Wants to give me a KISS
On her throne in the Acropolis
Wants to give them a KISS
Waves her tail at the megalopolis
They want to give her a KISS
The great Queen and Prophetess
The all loving Poppalopalis
Only gives ManSlave a KISS
To me, it's a bit OTT, but hey, she is a year older than me and holds her crown on straight. Mine is a bit crooked and I can't help be a bit naughty and talking of naughty, the light is still fascinatingly on in the oven and today I am watching wait baited breath as beef shins cook away for hours and hours. I never knew cows had shins really and can only hope they are adorned with shin pads to keep them tender, unlike ManSlaves shins which are dented and broken after a few rough hockey matches in his youth. Although, the thought of cows playing hockey is quite something and a bit of a barnburner!
What are your pet names followers? Are you willing to share a toots, a snugglebum, snookums with us?
Your loyal and devoted Queen Vee =^..^=
My Sunday name is Champion Maystarex Empress Of India after the great Queen Victoria of England. I nearly got called Chevron on account of my inverted 'V' on my face and thus I became Vee and a Viktori Vee to boot, yes, like the unique tasting herbal lozenge "Forged for Strength"!! Momma likes to play with words, meanings, sentiments and above all a bit of history. Like my name sake, I have have never been to India and like Queen Victoria do have a Munshi, in fact, several Munchies a day! My chocolate colouring flows under my ears like the braids worn by her majesty in her youth and my eyes sparkle like the emeralds in her sparkling tiara. The similarities don't stop there....! Mrs Brown? - I am chocolate! MOL
Lately, Momma has been calling me Shamu after the great whale kept in captivity in Florida. She really is referring to the way in which I circle my prey and swim from place to place when I have been accused of piddling on something. But I will have you know I am no big fish and it isn't me piddling! HONEST!!! So, Momma can stop with the name calling! Shamu, pfft. Just because I am the same colour and jump through hoops for her love and affection.
Faith also has a special Sunday name which never really gets a mention here in Maystar HQ as like Filly, she is the odd one out from another cattery. She is named Rexiru Black Envy of which was meant to be all about being a great show cat, all of which, she hated! Faith has a house name of Bubbah Fishy and if called Faith, it MUST be followed by 'Honey' or she will ignore you! Bubbah Fish grew from her love of salmon and the fact she was once, the baby of the family! Ten years on and she is the matriarch and very good at her top position. She never really was a Queen like me, she has always been a Princess and is often referred to as such in general conversations. The neighbours must think we have 20 cats here as Momma calls "Bubbah Fishy, Faith Honey, Princess." in reality it's just one pusser!
Her Daughter, Maystarex Elizabethan Poem, Lillibet also has a number of names too and like me she is named after a Queen, our Queen Elizabeth or Lilibet to her family. Our little Queen has a double L! She has her special names and her silly names such a Bitty Bean, a label taken from Little Britain after her tiny cat boobs grew huge and the term 'Bitty' stuck. She also has her own toys and manufactures those under the name of LilliLongLegs because her leggies are so very very long and she loved green beans so much as a kitten, playing with the bean string for hours so Bitty became Bitty Bean and now just Bitty B. She likes that name, it suits her and she purrs and chirrups with love and pride when she is told how pretty she is and kissed and snuggled. Well, I don't do all that with her, she is a whakkamonster and I call her the Gruppenfuhrer or Stair Troll. No one messes about running the gauntlet with her standing in the way. Kittens boast that they have made it safely past her, whilst others lick their wounds, She is demonic in her strikes!
Flaire has a beautiful name Grand Champion Maystarex Queen of Scots and has taken the name of Mary "Wished for child" and I often quote 'Mary Mary quite contrary' at her as she is a big bossy boots and rules the house with an iron paw. Momma calls her Girlfriend as she suckers up to ManSlave for kisses and extramarital affairs of the whisker pads where ManSlave caresses her ripples and calls her Blue Eyes. It's enough to make a cat puke and blush in equal measure. When she is being all mushy and sweet and loves Momma, she is rewarded with a Poppet or a Poppalopolis which makes her all gooey and adorable and even purrs. Pfft. My Sister NEVER purrs unless she wants something. Unlike all of us who purr on command! When you hear F-L-A-I-R-EEEEEE you know she is in trouble and has clouted some poor unsuspecting kitten around their hearing devices. Really, although she rules, she is a weak ruler and runs from conflict moaning and hissing.
I don't know if it's the fact we have all been here the longest or that we are the naughtiest that we have all these names? Momma even has a song for some of us. Here is mine....
"Oh GlOrY-ouse (sound like mouse)
ik-A-TORI-ouse (sounds like mouse)
She is A-DOOR-A-BULL.
Oh she is loved
By all OF-OUSE
And marches too and fro"
Ok, it doesn't rhyme but I love it and trot about striding out with my paws flicking them in a marching frenzy to the sultry beat of my British style monarchy tune. Flaire's is a bit more technical and rappy and makes her purr loudly and goes something like this....
Poppolopolis, born in a metropolis
Wants to give me a KISS
On her throne in the Acropolis
Wants to give them a KISS
Waves her tail at the megalopolis
They want to give her a KISS
The great Queen and Prophetess
The all loving Poppalopalis
Only gives ManSlave a KISS
To me, it's a bit OTT, but hey, she is a year older than me and holds her crown on straight. Mine is a bit crooked and I can't help be a bit naughty and talking of naughty, the light is still fascinatingly on in the oven and today I am watching wait baited breath as beef shins cook away for hours and hours. I never knew cows had shins really and can only hope they are adorned with shin pads to keep them tender, unlike ManSlaves shins which are dented and broken after a few rough hockey matches in his youth. Although, the thought of cows playing hockey is quite something and a bit of a barnburner!
What are your pet names followers? Are you willing to share a toots, a snugglebum, snookums with us?
Your loyal and devoted Queen Vee =^..^=
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