I have my two bunnies, Bart and Benny.
My parakeet - Sammy.
My gecko - Ludvig von Geckovin.
My fish:
Ralph - a mild mannered 7" sevrum
Leonard - a rather cantankerous 6" Cobalt
Sid & Nancy - my2, 5" Jade Eyes
Simon - my 7" Jack Dempsy
Sophia - my 5" Fire Cichlid
Ted - my foot long Pl*co (He’s named after Ted Bundy - attractive, but he actually kills for sport).
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Two insane, pyscho killer beasts. (AKA cats.)
Named Willow and Tara.
Tasha - Queen Bitch Kitty, named after ST/TNG’s Tasha Yar
T-Top - Bad Boy Kitty, named for his tabby colored “toupee” on top of an otherwise white bod.
Cara - Really Stupid Kitty, named for her very beautiful face (cara is face in Spanish)
Gracie - 16 week old American Mastiff puppy (please please please ask me about how wonderful she is!) She’s going to be the size of a sofa, so we thought a nice, graceful, girly name…
And two shark-looking catfish my daughter named Boris and Doris, after the famous Vallejos.
Satan & Lucifer - 2 black toms that really deserve their names
Greta - a tabby female cat named after Greta Garbo, since she is very shy and “vants to be alone” a lot. She was found abandoned in the hallway of an appartment building and has not quite overcome the shock yet
AT HOME:
Cats:
Inigo, male, black
Mija (pronounced “me-ha”), female, black with white feet
Upstairs 10gal Tank:
Garfield, plecostamus (suction cup reasoning behind name)
Tank was set up specifically for him as Fezzik regularly beat the shit out of him in the 30gal
Kirby, corycat (because he’s constantly vacuuming the gravel)
Bilbo Betta, Betta/Siamese fighter (he seems as self-important, but ultimately harmless, as his namesake)
Glass cats…there are 5, but only one is named: Ethan, because he was the Ultimate Survivor of the first 5 I had. Whoops.
Downstairs 30gal Tank:
Draco, African Butterfly fish
Fezzik, featherfin synodonis catfish
Frick and Frack, kuhli loaches
Urchin, electic yellow/lemon labidochromis
Gloria (daughter of Edith and Archie, you see), electric yellow
Frodo, electric blue
Sticky and Velcro, butterfly loaches (their whole body is one big suction cup)
AT SCHOOL:
Corn Snake: Henry, albino male
Parakeets (both male and blue–and both adopted strays caught in the wild that were named by the class):
Pegasus, blue with white wings
Lucky, blue with black wings
I’m giving Lucky and Pegasus away this year. I didn’t want them–they just found me!
alice, years ago I bred Jack Dempseys. They can be nasty mofos when they’re guarding their young! The little 3 1/2 inch female and her 7" male nearly killed both of my 7" Oscars. But watching mom swim around, this swarm of microscopic babies following slowly behind her, is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen in my own fish tanks. I bred the electric yellows I have, too, until some bizarre hemorragic bacterial infection wiped out all my adult cichlids about a year ago.
All that to say I like your choice in fish! 
1 dog, Dottie. Named after my mother.
4 cats, Gracie May, Leo, Ziggy, and Zoey. All are weird in their own way.
3 rats, Big Spot, Little Spot, and No Spot.
Had a pygmy goat named Millie. She was getting mean, we think it was because she didn’t have a boyfriend. Gave her back to the folks we bought her from. She seems a lot happier having other goats around.
two cats, rudy annd manfred.
rudy is your prototypical brown tabby. manfred is white with amber eyes, long-haired, and 20 pounds. he’s so pretty he shoulda been a girl, and he is VERY conflicted about this.
I have two cats: Monstro and Joanna.
And they are very SWEET!
Ok you asked for it…
Dog-Raven
Rabbit-Will
Budgie-Kudos
Anole-Captain Greeny
Goldfish-Evan Jr.
Koi-Cosmopolitan Super Fish
Goldfish-Fish3
and finally…
13 llamas, yes 13, don’t ask me why, i don’t even know
and here are there names…
Senurita Angelita
After Eight
Kit Kat
Cinnamon and Sugar
Center Stage
Porscha
Canitina
Fernando
Sahara
Velvet
Tammy Faye
Roshan
Bret
Most of them came named already. I don’t know by who, but whoever it was must have been a very odd one indeed.
Wearia
You got that right. Ralph used to have a girl friend - Freida, but she died. He was quite dispondant, skulking around the tank - I had to replace her and I knew I need something pretty hard core - Ralph had eaten every previous fish I had in the tank - hence I got Simon. I figured he could hold his own.
It’s actually Leonard the Cobalt (named for Leonard Cohen) who’s the biggest Punk Ass in the tank. He don’t take shit from NO ONE.
You got that right. Ralph used to have a girl friend - Freida, but she died. He was quite dispondant, skulking around the tank - I had to replace her and I knew I need something pretty hard core - Ralph had eaten every previous fish I had in the tank - hence I got Simon. I figured he could hold his own.
It’s actually Leonard the Cobalt (named for Leonard Cohen) who’s the biggest Punk Ass in the tank. He don’t take shit from NO ONE.
I have Sheila P. Albert, my doggie. She’s half border collie, half Australian Shepherd; her coloring is white with black spots (including her “mask” on her face). I’ve had her for almost seven years now. She’s very sweet.
Sheila loves kittens, but they unfortunately misunderstand her friendly enthusiasm for deadly peril. She usually catches them, and drools all over them.
I’ve seen Sheila - she’s also very cute!
At the moment…
Just my pack member and Best Dog In The Universe, Baskerville.
She’s half black Lab/half Shep. Pure, chiselled Shep face in glossy black fur (fine muzzle, erect ears; melting, eerily intelliigent brown eyes). Chesty, powerful Lab frame; black/brindle fur, oddly dainty white paws and a white chest-blaze.
She was born with a merry, loving heart and has grown into the best companion and pack anyone could wish in their most optimistic dreams.
Since previously cherished critters are sorta outside of the OP’s intent, I won’t list them.
But they’re all remembered and cherished.
Veb
I have one white cat, Shan, named after Shan yos’Galan of Partners in Necessity and other books. He has one blue eye and one green eye and is lazy as all get out, except when bravely protecting the hallway against invisible invaders.
Just a lousy cat at the moment, Muck, so named because the day we got him, his eyes were full of black gungy stuff.
But in the past we’ve had:
Ian (the moronic bitza)
Africa (the equally moronic cat who, when the kids were little and would want to drag her around the house, would curl up in a ball believing no-one could see her…duh!)
Molly Bloom the golden lab.
Jack the Wonderdog ( a kelpie/blue heeler cross, and in my opinion, the best dog in the world…thus the ‘wonderdog’ title.)
Oh, and we had Neville the rooster (to keep the chooks happy).
Left with my Mom and Dad back in the States:
brown striped male tabby cat - Leander
brown striped female tabby cat with white chest and feet - Tangwystl
Leander is from one of my favorite stories of Greek mythology. Tangwystl is a Welsh name I remembered reading in a Medieval history novel. I hardly ever call them by these “real names”. I mostly just call them “be-bez” (similar sounding to the surname Perez) which is what I call any animal really indicating that they are cute and cuddly. Yes both of them. They both think their name is “be-bez”.
I got both of them from the Humane Society about 4 years ago. I went in only planning on taking one cat home, but I had a REALLY hard time picking one of the 15 there. I wanted to “save them all” of course. I saw Leander nobly guarding his sister who was sleeping behind him in their cage. It said on the information tag stuck to their cage that they were 7-month-old siblings who had always been together. Just out of curiousity, I said to the man cleaning the cages, “Oh, they’re so cute…so you want to have them adopted together?” He said, “Well, of course, it would be nice to keep them together, but it’s almost impossible to get somone in here that wants to adopt two cats at once.” That was my cue. Since I was having such a hard time deciding who should be the new member of my family anyway, I thought that this was some sort of cosmic message. I said, “No problem, I’ll take them…BOTH.”
Leander is an loverboy who loves to sit on laps. He has his macho side though. He’s the one that brings home “gifts” of dead mice and birds. Tangwystl is a lady. She’s graceful and a bit timid, but she likes to snuggle in bed before one turns out the light.
I moved to Sweden about 1.5 years ago, so my parents took them on. This was a great relief to me since it would have killed me to give them to “just anyone”. Now I see them whenever I go home for a visit. They are much happier too. I lived in apartments with them, so they were indoor cats and rather limited regarding space. With Mom and Dad, they have a larger house and get to go outside. Mum and Dad tried to prevent this from happening, but it’s hard to keep a cat away from a sliding door. Leander is especially very quick.
Here in Sweden, my girlfriend’s cats have adopted me (or should I say, “allowed me to be here”):
small female, white with random black spots - Alix of Gussa
small female, long-haired, grey with white chest and feet - Beatrix
I have one simple pet.
Mortiana- Curly hair tarantula.
Such a sweety she is. Quite the man-killer too.
She doesn’t take too kindly to male tarantulas. As in she’ll kill them.
I have a cat named Veena. She’s a pretty nice cat. The most animals I had at once was when I lived with my ex. We had Veena, a tabby kitten named Spaz, two twin black kittens named Kahlua (sp?) and Kiara, two pups named Chloe and Phoebe, a rat named Priscilla and her 5 babies, and three other rats from a different, um, litter. Oh, almost forgot the rabbit named Ebony.
Bea, The Neurotic Schnauzer is a well-loved resident of Casa Suviranta. She will raise all hell and then some at the sound of the doorbell, then run away and hide under the dining room table when the door is opened.
She carries around a rubber ear of corn that used to squeak but doesn’t any more. It was once about to be thrown out, but Bea spent three nights next to the garbage can so in the end we fished it out and washed it.
She’s very wary of strangers, but the moment they sit down, she’s fawning all over them. If you scratch her behind the ears, she will not leave your side for the next half hour.
Aww… stupid dog.