I had two little ones a few years back, hubby wanted to call them Bug and Her
- we settled on Bug and Thug.
Worst was we had two lovely chinchilla queens, and went to Spain to live, so we flew them over too. All was fine, but we decided to get an extention built onto the villa, so, as hubby was working offshore a lot anyway it was me that had to oversee the work going on.
The two queens were Penny and Pippa, and everyone who saw them fell in love with them. They always had to come out in the car, and would happily sit in the rear window causing other drivers to do a double take when they would sit up and stretch at random - most at first taake thought they were toys!
However, they would stay out nights, they had shelter if they needed, but night hunting for little beasties was good there. So, I would call them in for their breckie. Pippa would always come on first call, but not Penny, so I would be stood, in flimsy hot weather wear calling this 'far too busy to come' cat home. I didn't get why all the builders went berserk and started cat calling me, actually, finding roses on the front doorstep didn't do a lot for me either. I mentioned this to a newly acquired Spanish friend and she just roared laughing. Seems Penny is a nickname for a certain part of the male anatomy - there was me, hubby working away, standing on my terrace each morning begging for it!
You have to be very careful naming cats - and this time I 'aint about to hurry it!