My one-time beloved Myrtille (French for blueberry) was "Cuddles" in the shelter, but she was such an infant, she didn't know. And our cat Indigo was "Oreo" in the shelter - I think she had come from someone's home, because she was so tame and well cared for, so I think Oreo was her given name. Beauty didn't have a name, nor did our now-departed Tzigane (who was fostered by Myrtille's mother - Myrtille was born in the shelter). My first cat Sadie came to me from my grandmother's as an infant, so I named her. Same with my family's first cat, Mustard. I named him. My sister named her first cat, Tribble. My parents got two kittens from a farm, and one was named Elizabeth Taylor because she had such a beautiful face, but my parents changed her name to Zane Grey. The other kitten was not named, to my knowledge, and they named her Majesty, but ended up calling her Magic. Oh, I am forgetting my very first kitten, when I was a little girl - at my grandmother's farm - his name was Minet, and his sister was named Calico. We named them. We got them from the neighbors. Calico was Mustard's mother, and Mustard had two brothers - Mittens and White Spot. There were other cats at my grandmother's, too - she was always having strays dropped off at her farm. There were Stray, Inky, Dinky, Dew, and others. I named Stray, but she named the other three. My son named our black cat Beauty on sight at the shelter, and it took a little thought over the space of a few days for me to settle on the name Indigo for our black and white cat. Thank you for the opportunity to stroll through my memory book of cats.