River?

Ooh, I like that one.

I'd name it Winifred, but Teppy named her car that.

I didn't. Someone else, maybe?

I didn't. Someone else, maybe?

Stupid memory. Someone had a Toyota Echo named Winifred, didn't they?

Someone had a Toyota Echo named Winifred, didn't they?

I honestly don't know. Mine is an Echo, but no name stuck very well. I don't remember ever wanting to name it Winifred. We call it The Spud.

Maybe someone else named their non-Echo car Winifred?

I am pleased you got a Focus Hatchback, I lurves mine.

I suggest, Mr. Shiny

I have been thinking WAY too much about the dog, whom I know call Robchester Darcy Wigglesworth. I am sending the shelter a question about him.

Not me. Only my first car (a dark brown '80 AMC Spirit hatchback) had a nickname, and it was The Beast.

Fred is rare enough any more that you aren't likely to get confused with any other Fred.

Bluebird comes to mind, but were you looking for something a little -- rougher?

Bluebird comes to mind, but were you looking for something a little -- rougher?

Killer Bluebird? Bluebird the Hun?

Bluebird the Hun?

Now I want to buy a blue car so I can name it this.

Can I call dibs?

No idea on car names, sorry!

Going back to yesterday's pet noises conversation, Amarna didn't make a single peep when she was in the big cat room at the shelter. She immediately started protesting at top volume when I put her in the carrier to take home. After getting home, she retreated under the bed for about an hour, so I assumed she'd stay in hiding for a few days at least. I went to the living room to watch tv, but after a few minutes, I heard a plaintive, "MRRRWWW???" from the hallway. I said, "Here I am!" and within 20 seconds had a furball tucked under my chin, purring away.

She doesn't purr loudly (you really can't hear it unless she's lying on your side with her head directly on top of your ear, which she loves to do), but she's a champion meower. Everything from nearly subvocal "mrrp"s when she's just muttering while walking along to her usual full-throated "MRRROOOOWWW!!" to announce her presence when she wants attention, which is just about always. She loves to stand on my chest and MRRROW! down into my face to pronounce herself Queen of the Mountain before curling up for some petting.

But her funniest meow is heard first thing in the morning, like yesterday. I was sitting in the bathroom with the door open when I heard echoing down the hallway this broken "mrr-rr-oowww" like a sputtering lawn mower. It's her "I'm not quite awake yet for a regular noise, so I'll just give you what I can at this time of day" attempt.

Maybe someone else named their non-Echo car Winifred?

I named my blue Honda Civic Illyria because blue, ancient and diminished but still quite powerful.

My current car, a silver Outback, is the Tardis, because it feels bigger on the inside than it looks from the outside.