When I was little I had a hamster, called him Odin, after the Norse god of war and death. He was a long haired hamster, and for some reason he reminded me of a Viking, because he was so hairy and because he kept falling down the stairs, off my desk or being stalked by circling crows when I brought him outside…but he was as hyper and happy as ever either way lmao. I miss my hamster. Odin was perfect, even if it took me a month and a half to name him.
I have two cats; Catastrophe and Satan. Catastrophe because the first thing this cat did in my apartment when I introduced him in as a kitten was run around like a psycho and knock over my lamp lmao. And he hasn’t stopped ever since, this cat is hyper as shit lol.
Satan was a kitten I found out in the rose bush…he was so small, his ears weren’t even formed yet. I got special milk from the vet to feed him with, apparently this cat was still supposed to drink milk from his mother. He wouldn’t have none of it, I basically had to force feed him and it was not pleasant. But now, he’s all big and healthy.
That said, I have no idea why I named him Satan, but it fits him fine.
I used to have another cat, a black semi angora, by the name of Cauchemar, nightmare, in French. The name came to me, because he was the runt of the litter from the pet store I got him from. He would just huddle in the corner while the other kittens fought for food, and wait until they left to see if he could find some scraps. I thought that was horrible after sitting thre for forty minutes watching all of these kitties. Not my first encounter with nature’s harsh ways, but still a significant one.
Cauchemar also tried to fatten Satan up when I found the latter. He took care of him, showed him to the food, and I didn’t even have to litter train Satan; Cauchemar did it for me…the vet told me to be careful, because this meant that my older male meant to destroy and eat the younger one, for some territory thing.
He may have been the runt of the litter, but he still knew his shit. His name was well deserved, long before I even realized how perfect it was. Still, I love Cauchemar, who only lived two years after dying of a urinary tract infection.
I love my Catastrophe and Satan too, the names barely matter.
That said, anyone who names their pet Midnight is a boring ass. XD