I'm chuckling, because we RARELY call our cats by their real names anyway. We refer to them by their names, as in "Where's Cindy?" But either we stupidize their names (we called Ivy "Ivy McBivey", we call Cindy "Sidney", we call Peach "Peacherooni" or "Squeaky") or my husband calls them whatever comes to his mind. Nothing bad, but he'll call them Charlie Brown, or some nonsense thing like, "Hey, what do you think you're doing, you Hindu carpetbagger?" (true story)