One night, a few months after we adopted Casper, we were sitting on the living room sofa, watching TV while he was sitting in one corner of the room. I looked at him and playfully said, "Hey, Puddy Tat!" He turned, looked at me, meowed then came over to me for a scratch behind the ears.
From that day, forward, Casper's nickname was "Puddy Tat."
I don't know why he reacted that way. Casper was a rescue cat that was found, abandoned, outdoors so my only guess is that somebody in his past called him that or something that sounds like that.
Whenever we come home from work or from running errands, we call out, "Who da' Puddy Tat?" and he usually comes a-running.
By this time, Casper probably thinks his name is "Puddy Tat."
From that day, forward, Casper's nickname was "Puddy Tat."
I don't know why he reacted that way. Casper was a rescue cat that was found, abandoned, outdoors so my only guess is that somebody in his past called him that or something that sounds like that.
Whenever we come home from work or from running errands, we call out, "Who da' Puddy Tat?" and he usually comes a-running.
By this time, Casper probably thinks his name is "Puddy Tat."