My first cat 70 yrs ago, was a stray, and my younger brother, 3 yrs old, insisted it be "Mickey"... because he liked Mickey Mouse. It was too hard to explain why a cat named for a mouse was odd, so we shrugged.

My ex wife had a male Siamese that she called "Mr. Magoo" after the cartoon character with the poor vision. Magoo would walk majestically along the porch rail.... and miss his footing and fall in the bushes... then complain loudly that he was pushed... ? He was a classic 'get up a tree and yowl to be rescued' cat... even a small, low tree.

I suppose my favorite cat was the one that may have ensured that my wife had 38 years ago. When we were first acquainted, her cat, "Princess" jumped in my lap and settled down. Rita said, "Princess never does that with a stranger!" We have joked for years that that was the 'stamp of approval' I needed.... Since we've been married 37 years now, I do respect a cat's judgement.