We’ve proposed “Routey” (pronounced like “Rudy”) as a nickname for a future pet named “Littleton/Route 495” (named after the MBTA Commuter Rail stop). You could also do “Tony” but that’s less fun.
My cat’s name is Nancy Reagan. She’s almost lived up to it. And no, she doesn’t like you either and if you try to pet her you’ll get what you deserve.
Some cats have official titles. I had another cat whose title was “Chief Inspector.” He was known to do home invasions and conduct snap inspections of my neighbors houses. He had more friends in the neighborhood than me.
I recently got a cat that I named Fraldinha (“Skirt Steak” in Portuguese) because the person that gave it up had named it Li-Fraumeni after a genetic syndrome. He is now called Felipinho (Lil’ Phillip), but also answers to Pest and Toe-biting son of a b****.
My great grandmother had a cat named Dirtyface that outlived her by about a decade. It was an orange cat with super dark ginger fur around it’s mouth and eyes.
We had several pets when I was a kid so here’s a short list of fun names: Patches (a calico), Tom (a one eyed outside cat that yowled at the door if you let him in), TicTac (because we called him ticky-tack because it sounded like kitty cat), Twinkle (a really sneaky bastard that like to swat at your feet from under the bed), Drack (short for Dracula because he liked to bite everyone), Misfit (because she liked to squeeze her body into places she couldn’t actually fit).
I rescued a cat a few years ago from a Walmart parking lot. His name is LittleFoot. He’s polydactyl so he has extra toe beans making his paws super big and I thought it was ironic to call him that.