My little cat, who found me when she was nearly paralyzed, only a few days out from dying of feline leukemia, was named Bonnie Raitt.

There is a mostly feral cat who lives in the woods near me and drinks some water on my porch from time to time. I call that cat 'Little Wildcat'.

And of course there was a cat I cat-sat in the long-term. A rescue with behavior issues. Named Fig, I called him Newton, and broke him of his terrible habit of peeing in the sink.