If you hang out with our family long enough you will figure out that we have a habit of taking the names of things and breaking them down until they are totally different from the original name. Case in point...our oldest cat's name is actually C.J. (Cooter Junior). Yes, we named our cat after our dog. We rarely call the cat C.J. He is mostly called Flea or Bic.
C.J. become Chicken (that is a story all by itself), Chicken became Chickers, Chickers became Silly Flea Flicker and then Silly Son of a Bicker and finally just Bic. But I mostly call him Flea. Well, it goes further, now Avery calls Bicker, Big, Big, Bigger because he is bigger than all the other cats...it makes sense doesn't it.
Well, at some point Rowdy started to call Bo, Buster.
Buster became Busser (sounds like bus-er) and Busser is now Buzzer. So, when Rowdy sees Bo, he greets him with an enthusiastic, "Hi, Buzzer!" It is really cute!
I took these over Spring Break when Avery was up visiting my Mom for a few days.
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Cute pictures - and I love to hear how nicknames come to be. We have a lot of morphed ones too :)
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