I fostered a cat who had two cats in my closet on the 4th of July (Independence Day to the non-US folks) so, naturally, they were named Yankee and Doodle. However, my son almost immediately started calling Doodle Boosie, and that kind of stuck, so that was forever her "nickname". They are now at the rainbow bridge, though.

They had a stepbrother that we named Cosmo after Cosmo Kramer on Seinfeld. He was an amazingly sweet but goofy cat, and he was soon called anything from Comical to Cosmic. He, too, is at the rainbow bridge.

Almost two years ago, a little blue and cream tabby adopted us, and my son started calling her Peaches, but would not say why (to this day he swears I thought of the name!). About a month later she produced three young'uns. While she was still carrying them, my son said if there was a boy, he would be named Big Mac. I don't know if this was after the sandwich, or the character from "On the Waterfront" or something else, but one of them was a boy. It's ironic he was named before he was even born, because he now weights almost 20 lbs.! He is a tuxedo, as was one of his sisters, who of course got named Cookie, since she was an Oreo cat. But the poor little runt had no name! We finally decided on Pepper, partly because as a brown tabby she kind of has a peppery color, partly because we had to continue the food theme and couldn't think of anything else, and partly because of her fiery little personality.

Have had many more cats over the years, as well as about many fosters, some named and some not, but these are the most recent.