We’ve got a Mojo too! He’s a cat. He was named by my husband before I came into their lives, as was Animal. Animal is partly named for the Muppet and partly because it took so long to find a good name that he was just “the animal” for a while.
My boy is Horton, named for Tim Hortons.
Obviously, we’re not classy snobs. I’m surprised we didn’t go nerdier, given our personalities, but I guess the name’s just got to fit, and these did.
My mutt is named Zoidberg… is that pretensious?
Which Fussell would equate with an Upper or even an Upper Upper, IIRC.
And that demotes you to Upper Middle or even just Middle. 
My kids named one dog after Dylan Thomas (pointedly not after Bob Dylan) and spell it Dilohain or some other faux-Celtic spelling. I call him Bobo. My wife named the Little Girls Fiona and Thisbe, Fiona because she likes the name and Thisbe because she liked a TV show in which the Beatles put on the version of “Pyramus and Thisbe” from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” I call them both Piggy, but my parents were bigger climbers than Maeglin, even 
, and raised me to think Upper.
And yes, I know that I shouldn’t have noticed, much less remarked upon, my friend’s attempt at social mobility. Some things are beneath us. 
I’ve got three middle-aged to old cats:
Elroy (not so much after Elroy Jetson, more after Elroy Finn, Neil Finn’s younger son. We had a cat named Neil who looked like Elroy so the name was fitting.
Wesley (named after the guy in a Princess Bride, who I’m aware is Westley, but I like Wesley much more.)
Cotton
Cotton is the only one I didn’t really have a hand in naming. Some friends of ours gave her to us after we lost several cats in a house fire. They supposedly named her Cotton because she looks like a dirty cotton ball which she does but her tail, what little tail she has, looks like a cotton ball. It would have been a nicer story anyway.
No pictures, the cats are very camera-shy.
I read all of these words. Twice. But I don’t have the slightest idea what you are talking about. I don’t know what a Fussell is.
I had a parakeet named Chrysler.
Oh, that would explain your misunderstanding. Paul Fussell’s Class was a surprise bestseller in '83 and one of those books I assume middle-aged and older Dopers have read. The thread’s title reminded me of it.
I have a cockatiel named Corvette. My wife tends to name our cockatiels after GM products.
My corgi is named Boxcar, based on my longstanding belief that Boxcar is an awesome name for anything.
He’s generally called “Boxie” which is more-or-less a normal dog name.
My dog’s name is Annie so I guess that suggests I’m either a poor imaginary orphan, a financially well off and great portrait photographer or a dead crack shot.
Yeah. I was 5 in 1983. Perhaps pretentiously precocious, but still 5.
Always figured you were older, not barely out of diapers. 
I must be doing pretty well for a climber, then!
And I’m doing pretty lousy for having been to the manner born. 