I wasn’t ignoring you, Pers, it just took me a while to get back over here.
Well, I use the names mostly to protect their privacy. The Cat and Bonzo both look in on the SDMB from time to time (Bonzo is fascinated by the way people are allowed to say “fuck” in the Pit). And I assume The Cat at least has probably told some of her friends about this place (they are SO grownup…) So, just kind of “because”.
The names just express their personalities. There aren’t any specific stories that go with them. The Cat Who Walks Alone is a rather solitary, self-sufficient creature. Even as a baby, she never minded being “parked” in her infant seat while Mommy washed dishes or something. (The other two just HATED that. Washing dishes with a baby on your hip is so much fun.) As a two-year-old she was always perfectly happy to play by herself, private little games that involved stacking cans of tomato paste from the pantry that nobody could figure out.
Bonzo is the family goof, definitely. He’s the one with the funny mouth noises that make us “splort” our creamed spinach all over the dinner table. He’s the one who finds incredibly obscene yet hilarious things to do with Barbie and Ken and a bucket of Beast Wars Transformers action figures. He’s the one who came up with Barney’s Evil Twin Bernard, and Clarence the Jackalope (family stories, only funny to us, sorry).
La Principessa is the imperious Princess, with wild and passionate mood swings. With her, it’s always either “the greatest thing since sliced bread” or “the end of civilization as we know it”. There’s no middle ground. She’s our resident bi-polar depressive. “Get her some lithium!” we shout from the living room, as Madame races up and down the stairs, frantically searching for the lost shoe that will of course turn up right next to where the first shoe was. She’s the one who comes home from school and plays School, with chalkboard and all the dolls lined up on the couch. She played School nearly every day last summer, all summer. I see her as Grace Kelly, the new schoolmarm, teaching school for a few years and then marrying Prince Harry.
And the Better Half is just that, my Better Half. Actually, I first read the term in some book or other, applied to a wife, so I can’t take credit for it.
Anyway, thank you for asking. 