You'll never call him Fifi again.
I would have to go back to being a dog. I've called myself a dog for many years.
I have two poodles - I'm a poodle person.
Eddie Jackson - that's my dog.
My own particular feline companion answers, or rather doesn't answer, to Cinnamon. One of my kids must have given her the name, even though she's mostly gray and white.
I make up different names for my cat all the time - Flapjack, Bowtie, Popcorn. But he's really, "Hey you, cat."
It's an interesting fact that fewer than 17 % of Real cats end their lives with the same name they started with. Much family effort goes into selecting one at the start ("She looks like a Winnifred to me"), and the as the years roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag.
We have a couple of dogs, but I wouldn't describe myself as an animal person.
Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.
A lot of shelter dogs are mutts like me.
