Jesse--"Jess-Bess," "Honeycat"
Snowy--"Snow Blob," (my mother calls him that--he is a very fat cat), "Snow-Blow"
Ryan--"Outdoor Cat," (Snowy's brother, too fat to fit through the cat door, named with the same scorn as "Snow Blob" by my mother)
Harry--my Jack Russell, the light of my life. "Harry-Harry-Bo-Barry," "Hare-Bear", and "Kissy-Boy" (named by the kennel workers at the vet.)
George--I named him after that Bugs Bunny cartoon with the Abominible Snowman--"I will name him George, and I will hug him and squeeze him and pet him and love him....." Otherwise known as "Killer" (he averages one mammal per week--mole, squirrel, chicken, etc.), "Dumpster Cat" (found him at our local convenience store,) and "Pig Ass" by the Pepsi truck driver who comes to the convenience store. Pepsi Man used to bring George cans of catfood when he was homeless, but since he's been adopted, he is fat and happy. One day George went over to say hello to the Pepsi Man, but when Pepsi Man put the catfood down, George wasn't interested (just had some Meow Mix or other such delicacy.) We watched behind bushes and heard the Pepsi Man call George "Pig Ass," in a tone of voice that implied, "How ungrateful of you to turn your nose up to free food, you supposedly starving homeless cat!" (It was still sweet of Pepsi Man to bring catfood specially for George while making Pepsi deliveries on his route.)