Heh, I have a ton of nicknames for my cats too. Together, they are "The Woos" (I have no idea where woo came from, it's a family thing for cute animals, as in "such a cute little woo). And of course, kitty and kitty boo and kitty boo boo. Diego is a "Meowalotamous" and Serafina is a "Fluffapatomous."
I have mother and son (Face and Toofy) great danes. Toofy, being a 3 year old male, still doesn't have a whole brain (they don't finish coming in until they're around 5 on the boys ) so his nicknames are
Goofy Toofy
The Brainless Wonder
But 7 x 5 is 35. My X was 42 when he was shooting off fireworks one block off the biggest street in town. This was not on the 4th of July either. Calls made to police about shots fired. Cops catch hubby and best bud. Make them sit on ground, raise there right hands and promise never to set off fireworks in the city limits again. Then cops collect all the fireworks and liquor(what, you honestly didn't think liquor was involved).
I just don't think human boy brains ever do come in.
I also nicknamed my skillets. They were the Goto triplets.
Small - Go to the floor
Medium - Go to the hospital
Large - Go to the morgue
It's a good thing my x and I both hated physical violence. We could have killed each other barehanded. We would have wound up like the movie "The War of the Roses"
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to knock some sense
