You'll never call him Fifi again.
Eddie Jackson - that's my dog.
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.
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.
