Vman is talking freaky pet names.
We had a dark calico that got both it’s hinds caught in a muskrat trap. Sometime either just before- or if you tend to be maudlin, during- it’s captivity, it was violated by a simese. It chewed off the feet, came home dragging stumps with protruding bone shards, gave birth to a litter of little calico/simese cats. I was studying evolution at the time, and I wondered if the kittens would be born stumpy and deformed, not understanding- yet- the causality of the evolutionary process. Anyway, the cat wouldn’t have anything to do with it’s own kittens, so our peke/toy manchester mutt Lucky wetnursed those damned kits, and protected them with the ferocity of Cerberus.
Dad later gassed the cat in a box, connected to the exhast of the Comet with a length of sump pump hose. Kittens were dead cute and adopted out easy. Lucky kept looking for them as we took them out, one by one, and when the last one was gone, she adopted a rubber cheeseburger and carried it around as her offspring, protecting it from all potential threat.
No, Vman, we didn’t have freaky pet names. I had to call mom to remember what that cat’s name even was, and she said we just called it “cat”. We had freaky pets.
I can’t believe you didn’t make little prosthetic feet for dat cat. You’re handy like that.
Amazing how animals will step in like that to help young’ns in need. That nursing of another animal’s litter I’ve always found amazing.
Freakiest pet name I ever had was Agamemnon for long-haired guinea pig.
I wanted to strap him to a roller skate, Vman. The old man was disgustipated by the look of it, I guess.
There is a manufacturer for “roller skates” for paralyzed animals. It’s more common than one would think but it’s only for animals with functional front legs.
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