I have a cat named Bete Noir, on the theory that she is a black beast (and I had her before I had a screen name so I’m actually named after my cat.)
And I have a cat named Cathrine Bastet on the theory that if I namer her after the Great Cat Godess Bastet, She would consider her a member of the Royal Family and look out for her. It’s worked so far.
My subsequent cats (the first two are at Mom’s) are named W., X. and Z. (There is no Y. Y? Y not.)
Regardlesss though, all my cats think their name is Kitty.
Taken from a Denis Leary monologue when he let his young kids pick out a name for a new cat: Fish, or Pizza.
I had a friend who changed his cat’s name at whim. Every few weeks he would call it something different. Some of the more memorable ones: Rat Bastard, Cowlick, Menthol, Scrabble, Hitler, Uncle Fester, Finch, Pita (Pain In The Ass), Knockwurst, Roadkill, and Chainsaw.
My cats’ names are Pepsi and Charlie Bananas (my son’s choice). My daughter had a kitten she named Five before she sat on it and suffocated it. Previous cats that have owned me were Smokey, Vladimir, Gracie, Elvis, Anastasia, Shasta, Midnight, Sunshine, and Panda.