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  • Vienna’s treasure, Mexico’s wound: The fight over ‘Moctezuma’s headdress’

    On their 30th wedding anniversary, the couple from Mexico were determined to fulfill a long-deferred aspiration: a visit to this storied former Hapsburg capital. And they didn’t come just to catch an opera and savor the Sachertorte.

    “We always wanted to see el penacho de Moctezuma,” said Gema Vargas, referring to the feathered headdress widely attributed to the legendary Aztec emperor. “It’s much more beautiful than we imagined.”

    But, she added: “It should be in Mexico.”

    For more than a century, Mexican officials have called the penacho a cultural touchstone and sought its return from Austria — despite no evidence that Moctezuma actually wore it. Austrian officials insist the brittle object is too delicate to move from its perch in Vienna’s renowned Weltmuseum.

    Despite its lore and beauty, the penacho suffers from a case of contested identity: In Austria, it is a treasured possession of the state. In Mexico, it remains a marker of national identity.

    “One has to think of el penacho in two different ways,” said Miruna Achim, professor at the Autonomous Metropolitan University in Mexico City. “It’s a historical artifact. But it’s also a symbol — a highly politicized symbol.”

    From its display case in the museum’s “Stories from Mesoamerica” hall, the iridescent plumage shimmers like a rainbow encased in glass, a tropical interloper to these northern climes.

    The museum gift shop does a brisk sale in penacho-themed books, postcards, pillboxes, scarves and the like.

    The penacho’s formal title — “Quetzal Feather Headdress” — understates the grandeur of a one-of-a-kind piece with a back story stretching back more than half a millennium.

    Visitors record Instagram moments in front of the almost 6-by-4-foot palette of dazzling hues — the product of hundreds of feathers from the long-tailed quetzal bird, interwoven with plumes from other species and gold ornaments. The anonymous artisans painstakingly sewed the feathers onto a net grid, stabilized with thin wooden rods.

    The intricate ensemble, weighing in at less than 4 pounds, somehow survived the Spanish conquest, a perilous ocean crossing and two centuries of musty anonymity in a Tirolean castle.

    The first recorded mention of the “Quetzal Feather Headdress” was in a late 16th century text.

    (Félix Márquez / For The Times)

    The penacho, experts say, probably dates from the early 16th century, about the time when much of current-day Spain became part of the Hapsburg empire. But there is no record of who made it and, above all, how and when it ended up in Austria.

    Its first recorded mention, according to an authorized history, appears in a 1596 inventory of the “Chamber of Art and Wonders” of Archduke Ferdinand at the Ambras Castle in Innsbruck. The ledger notes “a Moorish hat of long, beautiful, gleaming, shining greenish and golden feathers … decorated with golden rosettes and discs, [and] on the forehead a solid gold beak.”

    Later appraisals adduced that the enigmatic piece was an apron, a garment or a military banner, before analysts in 20th century Vienna agreed: It was a headdress. By then, however, the golden beak had long vanished and its original, three-dimensional shape had folded into its current fan-like form.

    The penacho, experts say, was likely among the Mexican booty that the conquering Spanish dispatched back across the Atlantic. It was an era when “curiosities” from the newly “discovered” Americas transfixed Europe. The splendor of the pieces stunned even worldly observers like Albrecht Durer, the Renaissance master.

    In his 2021 book, “Conquistadores: A New History of Spanish Discovery and Conquest,” Fernando Cervantes, a British-based Mexican historian, cites Durer’s 1520 journal entry after viewing a treasure horde dispatched to Carlos V from Hernán Cortés. The Spaniard’s forces would overthrow Tenochtitlán, capital of the Moctezuma’s Aztec empire.

    “All the days of my life I have seen nothing that rejoiced my heart so much as these things,” the German artist wrote of Cortés’ plunder. “For I saw among them wonderful works of art, and I marveled at the subtle Ingenia of men in foreign lands.”

    To this day, Cortés and Moctezuma remain figures of both adulation and disdain, recalled in operas, plays, books and films and TV series.

    With the passage of centuries, the Eurocentric accounts that depicted Cortés as a heroic “white savior” and Moctezuma as a cowardly heathen have been eclipsed. These days, Mexican leaders and many others label Cortés as barbarous — even genocidal — while Moctezuma often gets a pass as a righteous leader caught in the headwinds of history.

    Ultimately, it was Cortés’ ruthlessness — his forces took Moctezuma prisoner and held him as a hostage — that helped doom Tenochtitlán. Moctezuma died in custody under circumstances that remain disputed.

    “There’s no question that Cortés played his cards very well,” said Cervantes, an associate professor at the University of Bristol in England. “He knew nobody was going to do anything to him if it wasn’t ordered by Moctezuma.”

    Dancers in colorful costumes perform

    Dancers perform an offering during the “Veintena de Teotleco,” an Aztec ceremony held in Mexico City’s Zócalo, on Tuesday. The ritual celebrates the symbolic return of the deities to the center of the universe.

    (Félix Márquez / For The Times)

    In the Mesoamerican world, feather work was highly esteemed, not only adorning headpieces but also clothing, weapons and other accessories typically associated with rulers, gods and warriors. Certain feathers, it is said, had more value than gold.

    Of special demand was the glittering plumage of the quetzal, a lustrous creature native to southern Mexico and Central America. This denizen of the cloud forests shares pedigree with a fabled deity: Quetzalcoatl, the “Feathered Serpent.”

    Today, the penacho on display in Vienna is the only surviving feathered headdress among the multitudes that once proliferated in the region.

    For many of the growing number of Mexican visitors to the Weltmuseum — more than 25,000 have come this year, a record — viewing the penacho becomes something of a spiritual experience. It is much more profound, many say, than seeing the replica at the National Anthropological Museum in Mexico City.

    “To stand in front of an object that carries such historical significance made me feel a profound connection to my roots,” said Samantha Lara, 31, a Mexican physiotherapist who was visiting with her family. “It was a reminder of the grandeur of our culture and the pride of being Mexican.”

    The allure of the penacho has long resonated among Mexico’s political elite. Some launched quixotic campaigns to get it.

    A mural of several people in patterned outfits next to a stone wall

    A reproduction of the mural “Encounter Between Moctezuma and Cortes” by Juan Correa, depicting the first meeting between the Aztec ruler and Spanish conquistadors, is displayed Tuesday in Mexico City.

    (Félix Márquez / For The Times)

    The first was none other than Maximilian, the ill-fated Hapsburg royal, who, with French military backing, was installed as “emperor” of Mexico in 1864. In Maximilian’s view, the penacho “would have afforded him the badges of rulership and presented him as an heir to the Aztec emperors in the eyes of his subjects,” Achim wrote in West 86th, a cultural journal.

    But Maximilian’s older sibling, Franz Joseph I, the Austrian emperor, balked at relinquishing the headdress.

    Ultimately, Maximilian never shed the stigma of being a foreign interloper. In 1867, as Paris withdrew support and Washington backed the nationalist cause, Maximilian drew his final breath before a Mexican firing squad.

    Taking up the penacho cause in the 21st century was former President Andrés Manuel López Obrador, an avid amateur historian.

    The then-president dispatched his wife — an academic of German ancestry — to Vienna on what he acknowledged was a “mission impossible”: to persuade Austria’s leaders to lend the headdress to Mexico for a one-year exhibition in 2021 marking the 500th anniversary of the fall of Tenochtitlán.

    In return, Mexico offered to ship to Austria various objects from Maximilian’s ill-fated reign, including a gilded carriage in which he and his wife, Carlota, tooled around the capital.

    Predictably, Vienna said no. The Mexican leader lashed out at his Austrian counterpart as being “arrogant” and “bossy.” López Obrador’s successor, President Claudia Sheinbaum, has also called for the return of the penacho, but in low-key fashion.

    The protracted controversy about where the headdress belongs highlights a global debate about cultural appropriation. Curators in Europe and the United States face pressures to repatriate items to Latin America, Africa and elsewhere. Many illustrious institutions, among them the Getty in Los Angeles, have returned works acquired under questionable circumstances.

    “We are not against restitution,” Claudia Banz, director of Vienna’s Weltmuseum, said in an interview. “We have to face the fact that big parts of collections of ethnological museums have been, let’s say, looted. … But, on the other hand, restitution is really complex. … It’s not just about giving the objects back and then it’s done.”

    A visitor observes an artwork in a museum

    A visitor observes a reproduction of the Huei Tzompantli at the Templo Mayor Museum in Mexico City.

    (Félix Márquez / For The Times)

    In 2012, a commission of Austrian and Mexican experts completed an extensive restoration of the heavily damaged penacho, ravaged by time, insect depredation and other factors. The binational brain trust’s conclusion? El penacho was too fragile to be moved.

    Mexican activists accuse Austria of concealing its real motive — profit — and note that the penacho is among the Weltmuseum’s most popular attractions. Critics demand that Mexican lawmakers be more proactive in pushing for the return of the “crown” — the title promoted by Xokonoschtletl Gómora, a septuagenarian Mexican dancer, author and lecturer who has long been the face of the bring-back-el-penacho movement.

    “The crown gives a huge amount of prestige to the museum, draws a lot of visitors and makes a lot of money,” said the indefatigable Gómora, who has spent more than 40 years organizing penacho rallies in Austria and Mexico. “Saying it can’t be transported is just an excuse. If mummies from ancient Egypt can be moved across continents, why not this?”

    Gómora’s passion has inspired a new generation of penacho militants. In 2022, a group of activists — including Mexicans and Europeans — hacked the Weltmuseum’s hand-held audio guides and inserted a fiery harangue from Gómora.

    Dancers in colorful costumes perform

    Ricardo Ozelotzin, center, performs with fellow dancers during the “Veintena de Teotleco.”

    (Félix Márquez / For The Times)

    “For the Europeans, el penacho is beautiful, ancient and, principally, exotic,” Gómora’s recorded message informed museum-goers, in a stark departure from anodyne guide-speak. “But for us, the Aztecs, this crown carries the force, power and knowledge of the sovereign Moctezuma. … It means a lot more than history narrated by an invader.”

    Among the hack’s organizers was Sebastián Arrechedera, a Venezuelan Mexican filmmaker who has produced and directed a documentary about the hack episode. Organizers are planning a Dec. 12 opening in Los Angeles before the film hits the festival circuit.

    The penacho, said Arrechedera, “has a certain magic, an energy, a vibe that you can feel.”

    Last month, Gómora and allies returned to the Weltmuseum, this time to unveil a high-tech container crafted by a German vibration engineer. The crate can safely transport the headdress, the activists asserted.

    Museum authorities dismissed the container design as flawed.

    “It’s a difficult and complex matter — and, above all, an ethical one,” said Banz, the Weltmuseum director. “It requires a political resolution.”

    That could be a long time coming, even as visitors continue to wonder at the resplendent feathered headdress, a marvel from an era shrouded in the mists of time.

    Times special correspondents Liliana Nieto del Rio in Vienna and Cecilia Sanchez Vidal in Mexico City contributed to this report.

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  • The Timberwolves Mess, Plus the Evolution of 21st Century Sports Docs With ‘The Last Dance’ Director Jason Hehir

    The Timberwolves Mess, Plus the Evolution of 21st Century Sports Docs With ‘The Last Dance’ Director Jason Hehir

    Jason Hehir joins to discuss the medium of sports documentaries, as well as his films, like ‘The Fab Five,’ the lost Sacramento Kings documentary, ‘Down in the Valley,’ ‘Andre the Giant,’ and ‘The Last Dance’

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  • ‘Love Lies Bleeding’ and the 21st-Century Noir Movie Canon

    ‘Love Lies Bleeding’ and the 21st-Century Noir Movie Canon

    Sean and Amanda discuss a recent run of positive 2025 movie news (1:00) before digging into Rose Glass’s second feature, Love Lies Bleeding (20:00). They take stock of Kristen Stewart’s unique movie star presence, discuss Glass’s genre command and audacious screenwriting, and praise Katy O’Brian’s wonderfully physical and emotional performance. Then, they run down a list of films they’re calling the 21st Century Noir Movie Canon (36:00). Finally, Sean is joined by Glass to discuss the production of Love Lies Bleeding, working with a star like Stewart, why she set the film in America, how Ed Harris became involved in the project, and more (53:00).

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  • What the ****

    What the ****

    I advertised this cutting board on discord and it sold within two hours for 50. Because it’s engraved with a 15th century spell to cause someone to fall in love with you. The idea is you color some of jt with your blood, then make food for the person you want to fall for you

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  • Column: With friends in tow at Griffith Park, Pete Teti walks out of one century and into another

    Column: With friends in tow at Griffith Park, Pete Teti walks out of one century and into another

    If the key to a long life — along with good genes and lots of luck — is to keep moving, Pete Teti is on the right trail.

    He started Thanksgiving Day as he has begun most every other day for more than 20 years — with a hike in Griffith Park. Teti, three days away from his 100th birthday, met up with his usual cohort of friends near the Griffith Observatory and began the climb toward Mt. Hollywood, a roughly two-mile round trip.

    He stopped briefly to take a seat on a park bench that has his name engraved on it — he’s a bit of a legend in these parts — and played his harmonica for a few minutes. Then he was back up and moving.

    Pete Teti, middle, turns 100 years old on Sunday. Pete is hiking with his buddies Kori Bernards, left, and her dog Lucca, and Annette Sikand, right, in Griffith Park early in the morning on Thursday in Los Angeles. Teti is mentally sharp and physically fit, an inspiration to friends.

    (Francine Orr / Los Angeles Times)

    Los Angeles stretched out beneath us, skyscraper to sea, in the silver, cloud-filtered light of a newborn day. In a city of strivers ricocheting around in congested isolation, the park is an island of repose, a place where lives intersect and time slows. Teti exchanged smiles, waves and greetings of “good morning” and “happy Thanksgiving” with fellow travelers he’s come to know.

    “They leave all their problems down there in the city,” Teti said, moving with the ease of a man half his age.

    “He’s got a lot of swagger,” said his friend and walking mate Annette Sikand, who took note of Teti’s erect posture and steady gait.

    Teti, wearing a charcoal colored newsboy cap, paused at a turnout in the trail and blew into his harmonica again, the Hollywood sign clinging to the mountain at his back. Then the World War II vet, who served in Europe, Africa and the Pacific with the U.S. Army, decided to keep advancing up a steeper portion of the incline.

    “I thought we were … ready to go down again, but no,” said Teti’s friend Jay Miller, who is 20 years younger than Teti. “No, you have to keep going up.”

    Pete Teti, who turns 100 on Sunday, takes regular hikes in Griffith Park.

    Pete Teti, who turns 100 on Sunday, takes regular hikes in Griffith Park.

    (Francine Orr / Los Angeles Times)

    Tom McGovern met Teti several years ago, when McGovern accompanied the late Councilman Tom LaBonge on daily hikes, and the men bonded under the hypnotic spell of the park. The senior member of the walking club may have slowed a bit over time, McGovern said, but not much.

    “His pace, for his age, is remarkable. No doubt about it,” said McGovern. “For any age, his pace is good.”

    Along the dusty trail we bumped into Mozhi Jabberi, who said she was walking once or twice a week until she met Teti recently. Inspired by him, she decided to hike more frequently.

    “I want people to know he started his serious hiking at the age of 79,” said Jabberi, 52.

    Nancy Kristol and her husband, Mark, were heading up the trail with Rocco, one of the many dogs who seem to enjoy being serenaded by the harmonica-playing hiker. The Kristols met Teti during the pandemic, Nancy said, and she enjoys her encounters with a man so “in tune with his environment and the love of his mountain.”

    “It’s very special to have met him up here,” she said, “when there’s all this chaos down there and all this insanity that we’ve all experienced. To meet him up here was just a gift, and we appreciate him every day.”

    He follows no secret diet, Teti told me. He eats what he feels like eating — including a pastry at Figaro Bistro, if the mood strikes him, or a burger from In-N-Out. But all things in moderation, he said. He began hiking when he had trouble tying his shoes one day and decided to slim down, and the park is conveniently located not far from his home in Silver Lake.

    But there are a couple of things about Teti’s lifestyle that belong in any textbook on aging well. He does not live in isolation, and his physical activity is matched — actually, it’s surpassed — by his intellectual curiosity.

    Teti worked for half a century as a teacher in Los Angeles, mostly in the arts, but late in life, he has reinvented himself in pursuit of new interests. Many people, as they age, resist change. Teti embraces it.

    “He’s made two violins, he does engraving, he’s a painter, he’s currently creating animation, he’s constantly learning about physics, geometry, fractiles,” said Jay Miller.

    The day before our hike, I visited Teti at his home, where he built a stained-glass gazebo in the front yard and laid tiles in the back patio. His studio is stuffed with books, computers and his most recent abstract paintings. He works in one corner of the house while his equally artistic wife, Rose Marie, 89, works in a room that serves as an ever-growing museum of her vibrantly colored paintings and whimsical home-made chandeliers.

    Pete Teti holding the harmonica he plays while hiking.

    Pete Teti holds the harmonica he plays while hiking. He is a hiker, artist, teacher and WWII veteran as he approaches his 100th birthday.

    (Francine Orr / Los Angeles Times)

    Teti — who took up the harmonica just a few years ago — told me his curiosity dates back to his childhood in southern Italy.

    “I was nosey, and from school, I would stop at the cabinetmaker’s and stand by the door and sometimes he invited me in and put a tool in my hand,” Teti said. “And then I’d go to the blacksmith, and he invited me in to make a horseshoe, and I was excited.”

    His family moved to Pennsylvania in the 1930s, and Teti settled in Los Angeles after serving in World War II and earning a master’s in art at USC. When school ended, his lifelong course in continuing education began. Teti showed me the bank of screens and keyboards in his workshop, where he’s teaching himself to convert sounds, shapes and colors into computer-driven art and animation.

    A lot of it was beyond my comprehension, but Teti bubbled with childlike enthusiasm. Sometimes, he said, it’s impossible for him to get a good night’s sleep. His imagination keeps waking him up.

    “It’s pretty incredible that a 100-year-old guy knows how to use this software,” said Les Camacho, a sound engineer who is half Teti’s age and helped him with the computer setup.

    Not long ago, Teti called Camacho midday and said hey, let’s go get a burger.

    “On the way back from In-N-Out we were listening to KLOS and all of a sudden AC/DC’s ‘Highway to Hell’ comes on, so I wanted to change it, and he said, ‘No, no, leave it, I like that,’” said Camacho, 47. “He was head-banging in my car.”

    There’s such unbridled optimism and positivity about him, Teti’s friends say, he’s something of a pied piper in the park, where he’s been known to dance a jig while playing his harmonica.

    “In a city so big and sometimes so lonely and troubled, he’s a constant light to those who get to be around him,” said Kori Bernards, another hiker.

    Pete Teti, second from right, hikes with his buddies in Griffith Park early on Thanksgiving morning.

    Pete Teti, second from right, hikes with his buddies in Griffith Park early on Thanksgiving morning.

    (Francine Orr / Los Angeles Times)

    A man of 100 might be inclined toward disillusionment at the state of the world, given domestic fracturing, the devastation in Ukraine, the war in the Middle East and the acceleration of climate change. But when I asked him about this, Teti told me he remembers the dirt floors of his childhood home, the Great Depression, the millions of lives lost in World War II and so much more.

    “It’s a cycle,” he said. “It seems like I’ve lived from the Renaissance to modern times, and I look back and say what’s happening now is nothing new. It’s happened throughout history. So I tell my friends this is a low cycle right now. … But I trust in younger people who come into the world without the prejudice of adults. I trust young people to change things.”

    So how did Teti intend, on Sunday, to celebrate 100?

    You guessed it. The plan was to meet pals near the bench with the L.A. Parks Foundation dedication that reads: “Pete Teti. Harmonica man, avid Griffith Park hiker, artist, teacher and WWII veteran.”

    And then Teti would lead the walk up the trail and into the next century.

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  • Pet Names Might Have Gotten Too Human

    Pet Names Might Have Gotten Too Human

    Long, long ago—five years, to be precise—Jeff Owens accepted that his calls to the vet would tax his fortitude. When the person on the other end asks his name, Owens, a test scorer in Albuquerque, says, “Jeff.” When they ask for his cat’s name, he has to tell them, “Baby Jeff.” The black exotic shorthair, a wheezy female with a squashed face and soulful orange eyes, is named for Owens, says his partner, Brittany Means, whose tweet about Jeff and Baby Jeff went viral this past spring. The whole thing started as a joke several years ago, when Means started calling every newcomer to their home—the car, the couch—“Baby Jeff.” Faced with blank adoption paperwork in 2017, the couple realized that only one name would do.

    Baby Jeff is a weird (albeit very good!) name, but it’s not as weird as it would have been a century or two ago. In the U.S., and much of the rest of the Western world, we’re officially living in an era of bequeathing unto our pets some rather human names. It’s one of the most prominent reminders that these animals have become “members of the family,” says Shelly Volsche, an anthropologist at Boise State University, to the point where they’re ascribed “agency and personhood.” The animals in our homes commonly receive so many of the acts of love people shower on the tiny humans under their care; pets share our beds, our diets, our clothes. So why not our names, too?

    The names and nature of the human-animal bond weren’t always this way. Kathleen Walker-Meikle, a medieval historian at the Science Museum Group and the author of Medieval Pets, has found records from the Middle Ages describing dogs with names that alluded to some part of their physical appearance (Sturdy or Whitefoot), or an object that appealed to their human (a 16th-century Swiss wagoner once owned a dog named Speichli, or “Little Spoke”). Details on cats are sparser, Walker-Meikle told me, but some Old Irish legal texts make mention of a few felines, among them Cruibne (“little paws”) and Bréone (“little flame”).

    Jeff (right) and Baby Jeff (Brittany Means)

    Even when people-ish names did appear during this era, and the few centuries following, they trended zany, cheeky, cutesy, even pop-cultural—nothing that would be easily mistaken for a child’s given name. The 18th-century English painter William Hogarth named his pug Trump—perhaps an anglicization of a Dutch admiral called Tromp, according to Stephanie Howard-Smith, a pet historian at King’s College London. Catherine Parr, the last of King Henry VIII’s six wives, had a dog called Gardiner, after the anti-Protestant Bishop of Winchester. “This was her enemy, who wanted to destroy her,” Walker-Meikle told me. The idea was “to take the piss out of” him.

    Then, as the Victorian era ushered in the rise of official dog breeds, people began to reconceptualize the roles that canines could play in their homes. Once largely relegated to working roles, dogs more often became status symbols, and items of luxury—and as their status grew, so did the list of names they could acceptably bear. People no longer considered it such “a slight, necessarily, to share your name with a dog,” Howard-Smith told me. Diminutive names for animals—Jack or Fanny rather than John or Frances—became more common, too, paving the path for even more overlap down the line.

    The big boom happened in the 20th century, and by its latter half, lists of the most popular dog and baby names were getting awfully hard to tell apart. Nowadays, you could probably “go to a playground and shout ‘Alice!,’ and perhaps both dogs and girls would come rushing to you,” says Katharina Leibring, an expert in language and dialect at Uppsala University, in Sweden. Cats, meanwhile, seem to “have been kind of behind the curve in getting human names,” or perhaps receiving any names at all, Volsche told me. Even in 19th-century texts, Howard-Smith has spotted accounts from families who named their dogs, but would refer to “the cat” as only that.

    Findings such as these have held true across several countries, but pet naming trends have never been universal. In Taiwan, for example, dogs and cats might get food names, onomatopoeic names, or even English human names, such as Jasper or Bill. They don’t, however, “get Chinese human names,” which hold particular significance, says Lindsey Chen, a linguist at National Taiwan Normal University. “We love them, but they’re not humans.” In Togo, the Kabre people sometimes name their dogs with pointed phrases—such as Paféifééri, or “they are shameless”—that, when spoken aloud, communicate their frustrations with other humans without confronting them directly.b

    American animals who lack human-esque names aren’t loved any less, but the degree of intimacy we have with modern companion animals may almost demand anthropomorphism. Joann Biondi, a photographer in Miami, does not view her Maine coon as a “pet”; a frequent model for her artwork, he is her travel companion, her roommate, her business partner—“a creature who shares my life,” she told me. When she adopted him 13 years ago, she wanted a name befitting of his dignified features. But he also “looked like a hairy Italian soccer player,” Biondi told me, so she chose Lorenzo, sometimes tacking “Il Magnifico” on to the end.

    a Maine coon in an orange shirt, staring off into the distance with cherries in front of him
    Lorenzo the Cat (Joann Biondi)

    Several experts told me they’d feel a bit uncomfortable if a close family member decided to name a new pet after them. “There is still a reluctance to call animals things that really make them sound indistinguishable from a human,” Walker-Meikle told me. But some pet owners are downright inspired by that uncanny valley, including Sean O’Brien, an enterprise-software salesperson in Iowa, who deliberately sought out a very human name for his cockapoo, Kyle. “It’s just funny to see people’s reactions, like, ‘Did you say Kyle?’” he told me.

    a pug staring into the camera
    Lucy the pug (Shelly Volsche)

    A smidge of the species barrier can still be found in the ways some owners play with their pets’ names. Howard-Smith’s family dogs, Winnie and Arabella, have been gifted some unhuman monikers: Babby Ween, the Weenerator; Bubs, Bubski, Ballubbers, Ballubber-lubbers. Volsche’s pug, Lucy, is frequently dubbed Pug Nugget, Chunky Monkey, and Lucy, Devourer of Snackies, Demander of Attention. My own cats, Calvin and Hobbes, enjoy titles such as Chumbowumbo, Chino Vatican, Fatticus Finch, Herbal Gerbil, and Classic Herbs. Children with nicknames this unhinged would suffer all kinds of public humiliation. But with pets, “I think we can be a bit freer,” Howard-Smith told me. It’s funny; it’s embarrassing; it’s “a snapshot into someone’s relationship with their pet.” These are the impromptu names that are offered up in private, and the animals can’t complain.

    Means and Owens, Baby Jeff’s people, plan to keep giving their animals starkly human names. In addition to the cat, their home is also shared by a quartet of chickens: Ludwing van Beaktoven; Johenn Sebastian Bawk; Brittany, Jr. (named for Means, of course—“it was my turn,” she told me); and Little Rachel (named for their human roommate). The next bird they adopt will be named Henjamin, in honor of Means’s brother Ben. But Means and Owens, too, have a sense for which names just don’t feel quite right. “I knew this guy with a cat named Michael,” Means said. “Every time I think of it, it blows me away.”

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