Lautreamont the Cat

I got adopted by a little, black, wild cat. He decided to move in, so I had a cat. People kept asking me "What's his name?". He seemed perfectly content not to have a name, but after being asked many times,
I decided to call him "Lautreamont".
Now when people ask me his name, I say "Lautreamont" and they say "Huh, what?".

Is it bad luck if a black cat shares your path?

My cat was named Skag. I was uptight enough that I thought a single guy with a cat had to have a cat with a tough name. I got a really weird look from my vet when I told him that name. He was Skag for several years. Now I have a wife and kid and the cat's name is Mister Mister. He doesn't seem to care much either way.

Isidore would have been good. A cat named Izzy sounds tough enough. Lautreamont is hard to live up to...unless you're a cat. I'm sure the cat will do just fine!

You read my mind. Since it's socially
unacceptable to have a nameless cat, I'm
going to call him Izzy. Only he will know
about the "legions of winged octopi".

When Kitten was a kitten, I named him Kitten. I sometimes call him by his nickname, Kitty. The veterinary office feels compelled to put his name in quotation marks.

I like Lautreamont and Isidore as cat names.

Robert

I used to have a dog named Baudelaire.

Lautreamont is a perfect name for a cat.

I once kept a kitten for a friend who wasn't allowed animals in her dormitory. She was all black, and had the greatest personality of any cat I've known, lively, incredibly curious and highly intelligent. One thing she loved was to sit on my desk staring at the incense smoke, her front paws almost touching the incense holder, looking like a miniature sphynx. I called her Hatshepsut.

Lautreamont is a perfect name for a cat, except for humans who give you a blank stare and say "Huh, what?".
I had a dog I named Ubu. He was a
black standard poodle/lab. Someone else
had an identical dog and named him Ubu
and was on the credits for a 70's sitcom.
No originality.

I had a cat named after a medieval Persian poet (curiously, though, it wasn't a Persian cat). I'd tell you the name, but it would completely compromise my password security.

I always thought Man Ray looked like a cat.

Well, he did do that image of a woman with a feline face superimposed.

Makifat - we may be on to something here.

Max Ernst of course had a thing about small birds and he himself could be said to resemble one of the smaller finches.

In Daphne du Maurier's novel, The Scapegoat, there is a dog named Maldoror. I found that very disturbing.

Is the dog smelly?

My dog's name is Marguerite; She survived her partner, Faust. Aged ten, and her morning breath is harrowing.

What happened to Mephisto?

Still with me.

I thought you'd say, "I am he".

Really? I would have thought I fairly reeked of humility. (Call me Mephitico).

I knew an unfortunate feline with the name "Boniface." The owner -- a former professor of mine -- was, she we say, deeply in thrall with the Bishop of Rome. Poor thing. (The cat, I mean.)

I'm afraid I have nothing so exciting - just two Welsh terrorists who hang under the names of Wilkie (for Wilkie Collins) and Ceilidh (as in Irish Ceilidh bands).

I have finally been prevailed upon to get a cat. I, the procurer and sure to be reluctant caretaker, suggested to my child the name "Alekto". She looked at me as though I'd sneezed on her, got a sheet of paper and a pencil and taped up a sort of Lutheran bulletin on the kitchen wall:

My cat is not Dad's cat. My cat's name is Kate.

...So there we are.

22

When we got our (damned) cat last summer, I wanted to retain the shelter name of Josephine, which has a whiff of regal decadence to it. But I was overruled, and the cat is now named Skitty, apparently after a Pokemon.

Advice: Cover the spines of your record albums before it's too late. Otherwise, you will find that you own the neighborhood's largest scratching post.

So much for the cat.

I fear I have traumatised the children with intimations of violence towards the beast. I did once make the generous offer of having it stuffed - an elegant compromise in my mind - but that just got me in trouble when my wife came home.

I was going to say it might be less time consuming to invest in a vise and pliers, but thought better of it.

#25 Since they are too stretchy for drum heads, we usually threaten an afterlife as glove warmers. At least get something useful out of them.

I wish I could remember the source of this observation, but it is important to remember, one does not own cats, one rents them from the vet (as my husband takes a call from ours...)

I'm beginning to think "Kate" would be a good name for a goldfish or a sea monkey.

#22

Heh. Bless her bright, C-major heart!

MY first two cats I ever owned were two gorgous midnight black cats, one with green eyes, one with yellow. THe female was called Hecate. The male was called Lestat.

My second cat was called Wystan. he was a perfect marmelade tabby.

My third was called Boz. he was a pepper and salt tabby.

My name is Murr.

Also known as Murrushka in some quarters and Noel Coward in others. Murr is a curious and mysterious cat indeed.

A marmelade tabby sounds about right for Auden.

And here I am allergic to cats. Might get a bunny and name it Dorian Gray ;)