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Help[Facts] WHAT'S BEHIND THE NAME OF YOUR DOG (OR CAT)? -- FUN STUFF!
Either I, or PriaposLovs, will anagram the FULL name of your dog or cat into a human name, to discover what the name of your dog or cat might have been in a previous, human existence.
All you have to do, is post the following here:
1) The name of your dog or cat.
2) A brief description of your dog (such as its breed) or your cat (such as its coloring) to give us something to work with, in case your dog or cat doesn't have a long enough name to anagram. We'll assign a "pet surname" to your dog or cat, in that case, based on your description.
You will be AMAZED to discover what your dog's or cat's past-life human name once was! It will SPOOK ya, fer shure!
What are our credentials, you may very well ask? PriaposLovs happens to be an Anagrammist Extraordinaire, and I am a genuine Psy-chick (as well as an anagrammist to a lesser degree).
So, try it!
-- Nanaea
All you have to do, is post the following here:
1) The name of your dog or cat.
2) A brief description of your dog (such as its breed) or your cat (such as its coloring) to give us something to work with, in case your dog or cat doesn't have a long enough name to anagram. We'll assign a "pet surname" to your dog or cat, in that case, based on your description.
You will be AMAZED to discover what your dog's or cat's past-life human name once was! It will SPOOK ya, fer shure!
What are our credentials, you may very well ask? PriaposLovs happens to be an Anagrammist Extraordinaire, and I am a genuine Psy-chick (as well as an anagrammist to a lesser degree).
So, try it!
-- Nanaea
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My feline companion's name is Shadow Kibblesbane. He's a black domestic shorthair who was diagnosed with diabetes about two years ago. I give him shots twice a day of insulin. He also likes to play with his food (batting the dry food out of his dish, stalking it, batting it a second ime, then either repeating his previous moves or "killing" it). He is a shelter cat I adopted back in '92.
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Anagrams of Shadow Kibblesbane also reveal other facets of his previous incarnations:
"Sahib Weldon's Kebab" emporium was taken over by a politically correct restauranteur (a "weak snobbish blade") who decided to serve a 100% vegeterian menu ("banished low kebebs"). However the cuisine has horrible and even the most esurient of customers were disillusioned ("his baked beans blow!"). Even his trusty cat refused to gobble his concoctions ("Baked-bean bowl hiss"). Disgruntled by his faltering business, the enerprising restauranteur renamed the joint "Debbie's Balkan Show" where he now "hawks blonde babies".
"Sahib Weldon's Kebab" emporium was taken over by a politically correct restauranteur (a "weak snobbish blade") who decided to serve a 100% vegeterian menu ("banished low kebebs"). However the cuisine has horrible and even the most esurient of customers were disillusioned ("his baked beans blow!"). Even his trusty cat refused to gobble his concoctions ("Baked-bean bowl hiss"). Disgruntled by his faltering business, the enerprising restauranteur renamed the joint "Debbie's Balkan Show" where he now "hawks blonde babies".
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"Shadow Kibblesbane"="Sheldon Babawebski"
"Shadow Kibblestone"? Now *there's* a name to conjure with! And so I did! My psy-chick vibes have revealed to me that, in his former life, your cat was a human named "Sheldon Babawebski"!
Sheldon Babawebski had a bad habit as a child, which has obviously followed him right into his current incarnation as your cat -- he liked to play with his food. Time and again, his mother would holler at him: "SHELDON! You stop that or I'm gonna give you SUCH a potch!" And Sheldon's father would just sadly shake his head and mutter to himself: "Hoo-hah! That kid is a nebbish for true." Nobody understood poor Sheldon.
But then, one day, a famous filmmaker happened to wander into the little deli that was owned by the Babawebski family. Little Sheldon was seated toward the back of the deli, having his after-school meal, as he usually did. The filmmaker watched little Sheldon Babawebski with fascination, for little Sheldon Babawebski was amusing himself by playing with his food (as he usually did). Sheldon had stuck two forks into a couple of biscuits, and he was busy entertaining himself by making the forks do a lively "dance" -- with oversized, biscuit "shoes" on their feet.
The filmmaker was struck with sudden inspiration! And he rushed back to his studio to put his sudden inspiration to work.
That very filmmaker happened to be none other than Charles Chaplin, and little Sheldon Babawebski's food-playing had inspired Mr. Chaplin to create what is perhaps one of the most memorable and charming scenes from his silent movie: *The Gold Rush* -- the scene of the Little Tramp doing the bread roll dance.
Sheldon Babawebski never received any credit for having inspired Charlie Chaplin in his filmmaking career, and he lived and died in relative obscurity.
Many years later, Sheldon was reincarnated as your cat. You need to get a video of Chaplin's *The Gold Rush* and play it for Shadow sometime, and see if he remembers Charlie Chaplin.
"Shadow Kibblestone"? Now *there's* a name to conjure with! And so I did! My psy-chick vibes have revealed to me that, in his former life, your cat was a human named "Sheldon Babawebski"!
Sheldon Babawebski had a bad habit as a child, which has obviously followed him right into his current incarnation as your cat -- he liked to play with his food. Time and again, his mother would holler at him: "SHELDON! You stop that or I'm gonna give you SUCH a potch!" And Sheldon's father would just sadly shake his head and mutter to himself: "Hoo-hah! That kid is a nebbish for true." Nobody understood poor Sheldon.
But then, one day, a famous filmmaker happened to wander into the little deli that was owned by the Babawebski family. Little Sheldon was seated toward the back of the deli, having his after-school meal, as he usually did. The filmmaker watched little Sheldon Babawebski with fascination, for little Sheldon Babawebski was amusing himself by playing with his food (as he usually did). Sheldon had stuck two forks into a couple of biscuits, and he was busy entertaining himself by making the forks do a lively "dance" -- with oversized, biscuit "shoes" on their feet.
The filmmaker was struck with sudden inspiration! And he rushed back to his studio to put his sudden inspiration to work.
That very filmmaker happened to be none other than Charles Chaplin, and little Sheldon Babawebski's food-playing had inspired Mr. Chaplin to create what is perhaps one of the most memorable and charming scenes from his silent movie: *The Gold Rush* -- the scene of the Little Tramp doing the bread roll dance.
Sheldon Babawebski never received any credit for having inspired Charlie Chaplin in his filmmaking career, and he lived and died in relative obscurity.
Many years later, Sheldon was reincarnated as your cat. You need to get a video of Chaplin's *The Gold Rush* and play it for Shadow sometime, and see if he remembers Charlie Chaplin.
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Well, I think that explains why Shadow reacts the way he does to Chaplin films that are sometimes played on the local PBS late night classics Saturdays. But, then again, he reacted that way to the entire Bush vs. Gore Presidential campaign and the drawn-out scandals. Puhleeeeeeze don't ask me to clarify. :{
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I am so sorry
I didn't realize that if I went back and made corrections that it would post everytime.
Please accept my apology for the mess I made.
I didn't realize that if I went back and made corrections that it would post everytime.
Please accept my apology for the mess I made.
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So am I...
Not for the multiple posting -- that's nothing. I'm so sorry to hear that you're about to lose your dog. I'm not going to post a silly story here, but instead give you a little advice. :)
I know this is probably too soon to start thinking about this, but when Finnegan is gone, the greatest memorial you can give him will be to take in another dog -- preferably one whom you rescue, either from a local animal shelter or through one of the many breed rescue organizations on the 'net. There's a breed rescue organization for cocker spaniels, too.
Another dog will never replace Finnegan in your heart, but he/she will help to ease the loss for you.
And, if you want a suggestion for a name for your next dog...
For a male: "Finnegan Begin Again" (call him "Finnegan" for short)
For a female: "Gina, I began Finnegan" (which is an anagram of "Finnegan Begin Again" -- call her "Gina" for short).
Good luck to you, Arikka.
-- Nanaea
Not for the multiple posting -- that's nothing. I'm so sorry to hear that you're about to lose your dog. I'm not going to post a silly story here, but instead give you a little advice. :)
I know this is probably too soon to start thinking about this, but when Finnegan is gone, the greatest memorial you can give him will be to take in another dog -- preferably one whom you rescue, either from a local animal shelter or through one of the many breed rescue organizations on the 'net. There's a breed rescue organization for cocker spaniels, too.
Another dog will never replace Finnegan in your heart, but he/she will help to ease the loss for you.
And, if you want a suggestion for a name for your next dog...
For a male: "Finnegan Begin Again" (call him "Finnegan" for short)
For a female: "Gina, I began Finnegan" (which is an anagram of "Finnegan Begin Again" -- call her "Gina" for short).
Good luck to you, Arikka.
-- Nanaea
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My Finnegan is a black American Cocker Spaniel, he is 5 years old and a big baby.
He was just diagnosed with cancer before Christmas and his condition is
deteriorating. Soon it will be time to make the decision that breaks pet owners hearts.
I would love to know what his other name would be before we lose him.
He was just diagnosed with cancer before Christmas and his condition is
deteriorating. Soon it will be time to make the decision that breaks pet owners hearts.
I would love to know what his other name would be before we lose him.
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My Finnegan is a black American Cocker Spaniel, he is 5 years old and a big baby.
He was just diagnosed with cancer before Christmas and his condition is
deteriorating. Soon it will be time to make the decision that breaks pet owners hearts.
I would love to know what his other name would be.
He was just diagnosed with cancer before Christmas and his condition is
deteriorating. Soon it will be time to make the decision that breaks pet owners hearts.
I would love to know what his other name would be.
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My Finnegan is a black American Cocker Spaniel, he is 5 years old and a big baby.
He was just diagnosed with cancer before Christmas and his condition is
deteriorating. Soon it will be time to make the decision that breaks pet owners hearts.
I would love to know what his other name would be.
He was just diagnosed with cancer before Christmas and his condition is
deteriorating. Soon it will be time to make the decision that breaks pet owners hearts.
I would love to know what his other name would be.
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Fun!
My cat: Niamh (she's grey stripy, intelligent, hates other cats but loves humans)
My fish: Gusztav. He's mean, silver with a little blue streak, likes to beat up other fish and eats a lot.
My cat: Niamh (she's grey stripy, intelligent, hates other cats but loves humans)
My fish: Gusztav. He's mean, silver with a little blue streak, likes to beat up other fish and eats a lot.
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Cat Steven's Cat
Niamh’s great-grandmother was Cat Stevens’ cat, Minah. Minah was extremely adept in mouse hunting. She was relentless, and took sadistic pleasure in mauling and maiming her prey. Cat’s pet name for Minah thus became “Minah Maul-Maim”. London mice were in a state of utter horror, constantly pursed by Minah Maul-Maim’s relentless moon-shadow.... until Cat decided to abandon his sinful and satanic rock ‘n’ roll ways and become a Muslim. Cat Stevens, reborn as Yusuf Islam, moved to Turkey and preached the word of the Prophet. Minah too abandoned her blood-curdling habits. Minah Maul-Maim became a follower of Iman al-Mu'minah (http://www.geocities.com/Wellesley/3565/) and dedicated her life to encouraged her sisters to a more virtuous feline path.
Niamh’s great-grandmother was Cat Stevens’ cat, Minah. Minah was extremely adept in mouse hunting. She was relentless, and took sadistic pleasure in mauling and maiming her prey. Cat’s pet name for Minah thus became “Minah Maul-Maim”. London mice were in a state of utter horror, constantly pursed by Minah Maul-Maim’s relentless moon-shadow.... until Cat decided to abandon his sinful and satanic rock ‘n’ roll ways and become a Muslim. Cat Stevens, reborn as Yusuf Islam, moved to Turkey and preached the word of the Prophet. Minah too abandoned her blood-curdling habits. Minah Maul-Maim became a follower of Iman al-Mu'minah (http://www.geocities.com/Wellesley/3565/) and dedicated her life to encouraged her sisters to a more virtuous feline path.
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Dear brother Yousif,
I have been listening to your music for a long time especially after you converted to islam. I've heard that you've are a missionary. Which I found very interesting because its very rewardful. Being that I would like to ask a favor from you, even though this request might sound weird. In Islam I know you should try to bring the people that you respect to Islam. Personally there is a guy that i admire named David Attenborough, who also happens to be British.David is a well known scienctist and well published documenterist. I know you might be wondering what the request might be so here it is: I would be greatful if you would talk to him about the wonders of Islam, so maybe he would see what exactly we believe in and so that maybe he would come to love Islam the way we do. May Allah bring you great happiness.
Thank you!
salam
~Hadi~
I have been listening to your music for a long time especially after you converted to islam. I've heard that you've are a missionary. Which I found very interesting because its very rewardful. Being that I would like to ask a favor from you, even though this request might sound weird. In Islam I know you should try to bring the people that you respect to Islam. Personally there is a guy that i admire named David Attenborough, who also happens to be British.David is a well known scienctist and well published documenterist. I know you might be wondering what the request might be so here it is: I would be greatful if you would talk to him about the wonders of Islam, so maybe he would see what exactly we believe in and so that maybe he would come to love Islam the way we do. May Allah bring you great happiness.
Thank you!
salam
~Hadi~
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"Gusztav Moby Pr*ck"="Victor Zagbumpsky"
I'll take on the mean fish who likes to beat up the little fishkies. I'll let my esteemed colleague take on the kitty with the pretty Celtic name. :)
In his previous incarnation, Gusztav Moby Pr*ck was an inner-city kid with the name of Victor Zagbumpsky, growing up on the streets of New York City in the 1900s. He was a mean little so-'n'-so. Victor Zagbumpsky was so mean, the only thing he'd share willingly with the other kids, was a communicable disease. Victor Zagbumpsky was so mean, he'd spend his allowance buying get-well cards to send to hypochondriacs. When Victor Zagbumpsky graduated from high school, he became engaged to a girl with a wooden leg -- but then he broke it off. When Victor Zagbumpsky would borrow mystery novels from his public library, after finishing them he'd write the name of the murderer on top of the first page before returning the books to the library.
Victor Zagbumpsky grew up, went to college, and eventually became lawyer. One day, while vacationing in Australia and swimming in the coastal waters there (Victor Zagbumpsky had no fear of sharks, for the sharks always left him alone as a professional courtesy), Victor Zagbumpsky was suddenly seized with cramp. He sank beneath the blue waves, never to be seen in that particular life again.
But Victor Zagbumpsky was later reborn, as a fish. A MEAN fish. A mean fish with a blue streak down his back, symbolic of the blue streak Victor Zagbumpsky swore as he was going down for the last time in the beautiful blue waters off the coast of Australia.
And that's the sad, sad story of Victor Zagbumpsky, who came back in his next life as Gusztav Moby Pr*ck.
But don't judge Victor Zagbumpsky too harshly. If you had a name like "Victor Zagbumpsky", you'd grow up mean, too, and probably come back as a fish.
-- Nanaea
P.S. Hiya, Norah! Come over and play with us more often! :)
I'll take on the mean fish who likes to beat up the little fishkies. I'll let my esteemed colleague take on the kitty with the pretty Celtic name. :)
In his previous incarnation, Gusztav Moby Pr*ck was an inner-city kid with the name of Victor Zagbumpsky, growing up on the streets of New York City in the 1900s. He was a mean little so-'n'-so. Victor Zagbumpsky was so mean, the only thing he'd share willingly with the other kids, was a communicable disease. Victor Zagbumpsky was so mean, he'd spend his allowance buying get-well cards to send to hypochondriacs. When Victor Zagbumpsky graduated from high school, he became engaged to a girl with a wooden leg -- but then he broke it off. When Victor Zagbumpsky would borrow mystery novels from his public library, after finishing them he'd write the name of the murderer on top of the first page before returning the books to the library.
Victor Zagbumpsky grew up, went to college, and eventually became lawyer. One day, while vacationing in Australia and swimming in the coastal waters there (Victor Zagbumpsky had no fear of sharks, for the sharks always left him alone as a professional courtesy), Victor Zagbumpsky was suddenly seized with cramp. He sank beneath the blue waves, never to be seen in that particular life again.
But Victor Zagbumpsky was later reborn, as a fish. A MEAN fish. A mean fish with a blue streak down his back, symbolic of the blue streak Victor Zagbumpsky swore as he was going down for the last time in the beautiful blue waters off the coast of Australia.
And that's the sad, sad story of Victor Zagbumpsky, who came back in his next life as Gusztav Moby Pr*ck.
But don't judge Victor Zagbumpsky too harshly. If you had a name like "Victor Zagbumpsky", you'd grow up mean, too, and probably come back as a fish.
-- Nanaea
P.S. Hiya, Norah! Come over and play with us more often! :)
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The very spot where Victor met his creator: http://www.netspace.net.au/~bluemako/
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By golly! The very spot!
I had faith that you'd find the proof somewhere on the 'net. Forget "Bart Simpides" -- your name should be "Bart Titus Hills". ;)
-- Nanaea
"Lilith Star Bust"
I had faith that you'd find the proof somewhere on the 'net. Forget "Bart Simpides" -- your name should be "Bart Titus Hills". ;)
-- Nanaea
"Lilith Star Bust"
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Okay, this I gotta try...
How about a mutt, part beagle, with a color I can only describe as orange. Her name's Peanut (as in burnt peanuts)
Have fun!
How about a mutt, part beagle, with a color I can only describe as orange. Her name's Peanut (as in burnt peanuts)
Have fun!
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Had to pull a few connections in to come up with some clues. Apparently Peanut is the offspring of Alaranjado Lebreiro, a member of travelling portugese knife-throwing act and Cacahuette, a now retired consomatrice of the infamous Follies Canichoises in Paris. Rescued from a gutter in shady neighborhood in the port of Piraeus by loving tourists, she is now leading a comfy existence in the US of A.
Her traumatic tribulations thoughout the world have earned poor Cacahuette deMel a well deserved "Cute Hecate medal".
Her traumatic tribulations thoughout the world have earned poor Cacahuette deMel a well deserved "Cute Hecate medal".
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Another Award...
Hmmm... A bit light on the schmaltz, but good! :)
I dunno about the "Cute Hecate Medal", but I do believe that you and I both deserve the "Lilith Bat-Truss" Award. ;)
-- Nanaea
Hmmm... A bit light on the schmaltz, but good! :)
I dunno about the "Cute Hecate Medal", but I do believe that you and I both deserve the "Lilith Bat-Truss" Award. ;)
-- Nanaea
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Hahaha :)
a.k.a. "Lilith Star Bust" Award :))
As far as the Anagram Project is concerned, we definitely deserve
"This brutal list" Award.
a.k.a. "Lilith Star Bust" Award :))
As far as the Anagram Project is concerned, we definitely deserve
"This brutal list" Award.
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"Mel's Orange Peanut"="Angeluma Peterson"
Your Peanut may be a mixed-breed beagle in this life, but in a previous existence she was a child born in the year 1880 to pioneer Peter T. Peterson (a blacksmith by trade who had emigrated to Michigan from Denmark in 1868) and his new wife Georgie (native to Michigan).
Sadly, it was a difficult birth for Georgie Peterson, and the baby was born not destined to survive. Knowing this, Peter and Georgie named their infant "Angeluma" -- which is a blending of the word "angel" and the Latin word "luma", meaning "light". She was their little angel of light, who brightened their world for an all-too-brief period.
You can verify the existence of the pioneering Peterson Family of 19th century Michigan by going to this website:
http://members.aol.com/vwilson577/ptpeterson.html
Little Angeluma is mentioned there as the sole child of the Peterson's, as Georgie Peterson was unable to have any more children after that difficult birth. The Petersons never fully recovered from the loss of their first and only child, and so they requested that local historians record them as having one child. Even though little Angeluma didn't live with the Peterson's in an earthly existence, she was still (in their eyes) always with them as their "angel of light".
Over a hundred years passed, before little Angeluma's soul chose to be reborn -- this time, as the little orange dog whom you've named "Peanut". Take good care of Peanut, she's your angel of light now. :)
-- Nanaea
Your Peanut may be a mixed-breed beagle in this life, but in a previous existence she was a child born in the year 1880 to pioneer Peter T. Peterson (a blacksmith by trade who had emigrated to Michigan from Denmark in 1868) and his new wife Georgie (native to Michigan).
Sadly, it was a difficult birth for Georgie Peterson, and the baby was born not destined to survive. Knowing this, Peter and Georgie named their infant "Angeluma" -- which is a blending of the word "angel" and the Latin word "luma", meaning "light". She was their little angel of light, who brightened their world for an all-too-brief period.
You can verify the existence of the pioneering Peterson Family of 19th century Michigan by going to this website:
http://members.aol.com/vwilson577/ptpeterson.html
Little Angeluma is mentioned there as the sole child of the Peterson's, as Georgie Peterson was unable to have any more children after that difficult birth. The Petersons never fully recovered from the loss of their first and only child, and so they requested that local historians record them as having one child. Even though little Angeluma didn't live with the Peterson's in an earthly existence, she was still (in their eyes) always with them as their "angel of light".
Over a hundred years passed, before little Angeluma's soul chose to be reborn -- this time, as the little orange dog whom you've named "Peanut". Take good care of Peanut, she's your angel of light now. :)
-- Nanaea
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I have a Jack Russell, which is mainly white, with black markings on her feet, which look like socks, and around her eye. Her name is Spot (not very original I know - my little sister named her).
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Spot's alternative name may be Stelle Weissock. Away from Stelle's companionship, one would "Lose sweet licks".
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"Spot Jackterrier"="Apricot Jest Kerr"
This is a truly remarkable story of reincarnation involving your little Spot. A story which begins in California and finishes in Australia, where you and your sister live with Spot now.
I assigned her the pet-name of "Spot Jackterrier", which I then discovered was an anagram of: "Apricot Jest Kerr".
In her previous existence, little Spot's name was "Apricot Jest", and she lived in the late 1920's with the Kerr Brothers, who owned a thriving apricot orchard in Moorpark, California. They had named her after their business, and the fact that she was (as is the nature of the Jack Russell breed) a bit of a trickster. All of the Kerr Brothers' customers knew Apricot Jest well, and she was a familiar, welcoming sight to all who would come to visit.
She was such a success at being the perfect Jack Russell terrier, that her little soul requested that she be born a Jack Russell again. And so Apricot Jest was born again, in Australia this time, and you came to own this best-beloved little dog from the famous Kerr Brothers' apricot orchards of the 1920s.
Here is a website, where you can go to verify the fact that the Kerr Brothers owned an apricot orchard in Moorpark, California:
http://www.insidevc.com/archives/01182000/moorpark/255439.shtml
Unfortunately, there is no mention of little Apricot Jest on this website, but that's okay with Apricot Jest. Her greatest joy -- in that life, as well as in her present life -- is bringing pleasure to her owners. :)
-- Nanaea
This is a truly remarkable story of reincarnation involving your little Spot. A story which begins in California and finishes in Australia, where you and your sister live with Spot now.
I assigned her the pet-name of "Spot Jackterrier", which I then discovered was an anagram of: "Apricot Jest Kerr".
In her previous existence, little Spot's name was "Apricot Jest", and she lived in the late 1920's with the Kerr Brothers, who owned a thriving apricot orchard in Moorpark, California. They had named her after their business, and the fact that she was (as is the nature of the Jack Russell breed) a bit of a trickster. All of the Kerr Brothers' customers knew Apricot Jest well, and she was a familiar, welcoming sight to all who would come to visit.
She was such a success at being the perfect Jack Russell terrier, that her little soul requested that she be born a Jack Russell again. And so Apricot Jest was born again, in Australia this time, and you came to own this best-beloved little dog from the famous Kerr Brothers' apricot orchards of the 1920s.
Here is a website, where you can go to verify the fact that the Kerr Brothers owned an apricot orchard in Moorpark, California:
http://www.insidevc.com/archives/01182000/moorpark/255439.shtml
Unfortunately, there is no mention of little Apricot Jest on this website, but that's okay with Apricot Jest. Her greatest joy -- in that life, as well as in her present life -- is bringing pleasure to her owners. :)
-- Nanaea
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Well, I have a black cat with a small white spot on its stomach named Lucifer. What does that mean? ;)
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"Lucifer Whitespot"="Louis Perfectwhit"
In his previous, human existence, your cat was a favorite at the court of King Louis XIV of France. Louis (who bore the same first name as the king and was dubbed "perfect whit" by His Highness) was both witty and sophisticated. The king turned to Louis for advice on various matters, and the queen was quite charmed by him.
You have a royal favorite living with you, re-incarnated as a cat! Now that you know, I'm sure Lucifer (a.k.a. Louis Perfectwhit) will be pleased.
-- Nanaea
In his previous, human existence, your cat was a favorite at the court of King Louis XIV of France. Louis (who bore the same first name as the king and was dubbed "perfect whit" by His Highness) was both witty and sophisticated. The king turned to Louis for advice on various matters, and the queen was quite charmed by him.
You have a royal favorite living with you, re-incarnated as a cat! Now that you know, I'm sure Lucifer (a.k.a. Louis Perfectwhit) will be pleased.
-- Nanaea
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Thanks for that bit of information. No wonder he acts like he's the cat of the world all the time...=).
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I also had these strong, psy-chick vibes to anagram "Lucifer Black" as his pet-name, which then would have resulted in the human-name of "Caleb Lickfur".
Which tells me that your Lucifer, in at least one of his previous, human incarnations, had feline tendencies. No doubt your Lucifer is more comfortable being a cat, again. At least now, Caleb Lickfur doesn't startle his peers whilst tending to his personal hygiene. :)
-- Nanaea
Which tells me that your Lucifer, in at least one of his previous, human incarnations, had feline tendencies. No doubt your Lucifer is more comfortable being a cat, again. At least now, Caleb Lickfur doesn't startle his peers whilst tending to his personal hygiene. :)
-- Nanaea
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