Seamus or Chuck?

seamus is nice!

I like Pluto as well.

'Edgar Allan Poe ~ The Black Cat

This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise. Not that she was ever serious upon this point --and I mention the matter at all for no better reason than that it happens, just now, to be remembered.
Pluto --this was the cat's name --was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me wherever I went about the house. It was even with difficulty that I could prevent him from following me through the streets. '
 
McKenna said:
I like unique names. We thought about naming him Charles Emerson Winchester, but that's such a mouthful. ;)
The third? :D


A friend of mine named his cat Sex. He had Sex everywhere. Under the car, on top of the car, in the cabinets, under the sink, in the bathtub, on the hammock....

Another friend named his cat Pussy. He wasn't thinking when he named her. He went out to call the cat in one morning - like he does every day - and a couple of female joggers were going by. So he's standing on the porch in his underwear yelling "Here Pussy Pussy Pussy!" as they go by. He didn't realise what an ass he was making of himself until they gave him a LOOK... then he turned bright red and ran inside.
 
I heard of someone who had a cat named 'Ceremony' because she used to get under people's feet.

So when visitors came over the woman used to say "Don't stand on Ceremony!"

I know, I know - terrible pun

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Well, I tend to select odd names for my cats. Like Kehaar , ffrom one of my favorite books of all time Watership Down (Yeah, I know Kehaar was a gull...I liked the name and the character); then there was Hoochie-Coo; and after that Knub (my first manx) and now there's C.C. short for China Cat Sunflower.

Personally I don't really think either name looks like him. But he's not my cat. However if he were I would think that he looks more like a "Slick" ya know like and oil slick. Or maybe a Roscoe. Then again since several pets of mine have been named after Grateful Dead tunes or folks in the songs....maybe something like August West from the song Wharf Rat...and you could call him Auggie.
 
I heard a story once about a dog named Sam. His owner would stand on the back deck and call, "Here, Sam!" Of course the dog never answered.

He would change his voice and shout a little more forcefully, "Sam, get over here." After which he would stomp around and cuss vehemently under his breath. Eventually, the dog would come to him.

One day, his son came up to his father and bet him that he could get Sam to come to him in one try. The man laughed and said, "No way! It always takes me at least 3 tries to have him come." ETA - maybe this should say answer.

The son confidently strode to the deck rail and shouted at the dog, who was blithely ignoring the humans on the deck.
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"JESUS CHRIST GET OVER HERE!"​

Blasphemic as it sounds, the dog lived his life thereafter as Jesus Christ.


ETA: How about Bête Noire in it's literal translation, Black Beast rather than the more nasty anecdotal definition of an anathema or a bane.
 
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McKenna said:
Or maybe, "Valentino?"
I like this option much better then "Chester." He looks more like a lover, a Valentino, than a Chester.

And Seamus still suits him. Can't say exactly why. Maybe because St. Patty's day is coming up? :D
 
I was gonna say Chuck but then I saw the pictures. He looks more like a Seamus but sounds like a Chuck. How about Angus the Brrrrrave?
 
Great stories/name suggestions everyone! I think we're sticking to Seamus, though my husband reserves the right to call him Chuck now and again. :D
 
Our across the road neighbour named his black kitten "Peugeot" - he reckoned it was the only fast black Peugeot he'd ever afford!

Another friend had a Himalayan named HG (full name HG Wells).
 
I think I have to agree with Seamus. My ex was named Chuck and he had blond hair and blue eyes. Doesn't resemble your kitty in the least. Now "Redneck" might work. :D

My grandparents had an all black cat named "Snowball". My only cat was "Smokey" who I had for 17 years. Better pick one you can live with for two decades. ;)
 
When I was coming up I had a Siamese tomcat who was actually a purebred and had a show name and all. It was Medicine Lake Kapu II, although naturally we just called him Kapu. However, he died young, of pernicious anemia. I don't know if the Weiss cattery in Houston that he came from is even in business anymore, if Kapu was an example--obviously there was a weakness in that line. He was very sweet, though. He and my mother's psychobitch cat made some beautiful kittens. Once my parents decided to stop raising Siamese kittens, he really should have been fixed, and his queen along with him, but my folks wanted to keep their options open, so they spent much of the time whole...and apart. I am convinced that my parents' treatment of, and decisions about, those two cats mirrored some sexual conflict they were going through.

My very first cat that was all mine, and I could decide for him, was Zappa. My husband got him for me the year we got married. He was solid black, tall and rangy and had amazingly large, prominent, wide-set eyes. He lived to almost 19.

Then we acquired Peter Tom, at an age when he was really too old to rename. He was one of these tabby cats with a buff undercoat and apricot-colored belly.

After Pete died, we acquired Zandra, another solid black cat. She had pointy ears.

After Zappa died, we acquired Zoey. I really had planned to call her Zoe, but the vet is a Salinger fan and she went down as Zoey in his records. It is she who is my avatar.

After Zandra died, we acquired the infamous Ziba from a local shelter, where she had been known as Sweetie, which we thought was just too lame. Ziba is Persian and Arabic for beautiful, which she is, but otherwise, she is the worst cat we've ever had. She pees on the floor, barfs on the bed, and beats the other two cats up.

After Zoey died (dilated cardiomyopathy and liver failure) we went back to the shelter and acquired Doc, another solid black cat. He has pointy ears, like Zandra (only not as much so) and is glossy and loves me best, like Zappa. He's a shoulder-riding cat.

Then Il Grigio started hanging around as a kitten, and we brought him into the house. If you never saw his parents, who are big rugged raggedy gray cats, you'd swear he was a Russian Blue.

Il Grigio has a pretty little striped sister, whom we feed, but she is too skittish and antisocial to ever come near us. She stands outside on the porch and squeaks: "Give me something to eat!" and then, "Now go away so I can eat it!" We call her Violetta.

Il Grigio and Violetta were introduced to us by Sylvester, a shaggy tuxedo cat who used to belong to a neighbor who moved away. I judged her rather harshly for leaving her behind, but it's possible that Sylvester simply did not want to leave the neighborhood, and stayed gone until the van was packed up and she had to give up looking for him or waiting for him. When we had some hard freezes last year, we tried to get him to come into the house, but he prefers to stay outside.
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My vote, albeit a bit late. From your description alone I would say Rampage. From his picture I would say Shadow Stalker.

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