There are no possible names for a pair of cats rescued from a dumpster during the Perseid meteor shower than Perseus and Andromeda.
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I didn’t name either of my two current cats immediately. Shiva was named “London” when I adopted him, but that never seemed to fit. He got his name about 2 months after being adopted (having been called a number of names including “Fang” and “Little Boy”. He developed a habit of climbing up onto shelves and things and pushing breakable objects off. He does come when called by name, but not always. Mostly in the morning when it’s time to give him his medication in a Greenie Pill Pocket treat, and you know he’s coming for the treat.
Eddy was Stan when I got him. Again, it didn’t seem to fit him. I’m not sure where the name Eddy surfaced from, but it seems to fit his personality (very laid back, very affectionate, definitely a lap kitty). He comes when called, too, if it suits him.
My guys have plenty of nicknames, but…
Bowdaar should’ve been named “Caboose” after the character in Red vs. Blue. Sweet, kind, and a bit of an idiot.
Samhain’s name is perfect.
Not sure about Marbles, though. He’s got several different personalities. That’s why he’s got so many nicknames, I guess.
That said, as a SWTOR veteran, I totally recognize the name “Bowdaar.” 
The black 17 pound rescue panther grew into his name: Chicken. He’s a big kitty, scared of mice, being outdoors, terrified of the dogs, not at all comfortable with being carried or even held if you’re standing. Just very anxious about his own safety. And he’s vocal like a chicken, although his noise is somewhat different.
The 10 pound tuxedo cat is very much Max. Slaps the dogs around & actually plays this game with the 95 pound pit bull where the dog tries to grab the kitty with his mouth, and the kitty smacks him at random points on the head. Max les himself outside through the doggie door, climbs trees, wanders about on the roof, defends outdoor turf from cats twice his size.
Skittles hasn’t left the finished basement in years. Terrified of strangers and dogs, very snuggly as long as you don’t move much (fully grown at 6 pounds she’s also nervous about getting smushed by the giant monkeys), will evaporate upon hearing a loud noise.
Maus is still under 6 months old so it’s still no clear who she will be. Possibly the only cat/kitten I’ve totally failed to connect with (and I even made friends with a feral cat colony in the Philippines over the course of three days!). Not very Maus-like though.
When she was a kitten, I named my cat Nibbler because she likes to gnaw on my fingers as a form of communication. She still does that, 13 years later. No changes required.
He would be Ira or Maurice, I think. He needs a friendly old man name, the type that would suit a Disney character in coke bottle glasses and a bowtie. He spent about 1/3 of his life as feral, 1/3 as a captive feral who was still scared of everyone, but would never scratch or bite- just freeze and try to make himself small and hope people would go away. And then 1/3 in a quiet house with his buddy, where he’s blossomed. Now he’s nearly nine and he’s goofy and gorgeous- a big tabby with very erect ears, large eyes, chubby cheeks, and long upper canines that poke out a bit. He stampedes everywhere, loves to play, and comes running when the two of them are called (they’re never far apart, so you don’t call one without calling both) purring and begging to be petted. And he’s just SO cute, especially now when he looks alert and happy instead of looking like he’s trying to disappear.
She… I don’t know. She has kind of an absurd name and I like the absurdity of it, but it’s a bit of a mouthful and difficult to shorten. She got it as a kitten as part of a litter with the expectation that she, like most kittens, would be adopted around 10 weeks and live out the rest of her life named Luna or Bella or maybe something wild and crazy like Coco. She defied all attempts at socializing her and turning her into a friendly cat and was utterly determined to live the semiferal hide-in-a-hole life. Until she, like her friend, got into a quiet home without strangers or tons of other cats and blossomed. What to call her? Something a little more feminine, but not too girly, I think. Maybe… Jellyfish? Dragonfly? Meadowlark? … Actually, Meadowlark fits pretty well. Sweet, wistful, and wild. Something that can be loved, but will never really be tamed. That’s my girl.
I’d have to rename my cat “shadow”.
For a cat that doesn’t like to be touched he likes to be close by. But I’m slowly wearing him down. He now insists on back scratches and seems OK with head petting and tummy rubs.
I had occasional thoughts of renaming Neko (the cat previous to Eddy) and Shiva to Chutney and Wasabi, because they were both dips who bit.
(Not hard. Love bites. But bites, nonetheless.)
I fostered a solid white, cat of the Persian variety. Her name was ‘Sweet Memory’. Skittish to the max. I had her about 6 weeks. No one else ever saw her. She vanished into the woodwork if anyone else was in the house. She was just a sweet memory, at that point. We found her a home with a quiet elderly woman. Perfect match it seems.