When I used to work at the Co-op (seems like eons ago now) I used to get a regular customer whose cat would walk with him to the shop. She was quite out of the ordinary, very much like a dog. She used to sit outside and wait for him while he got his daily paper and other bits and bobs. My colleagues and I used to joke that we should call the BBC to do an animal special on the two of them.
Anyway, one day the customer and I struck up a conversation. I asked him what his cat was called. He said "Charlotte".
I asked him why that name for a cat? (A small note here, the cat was a beautiful calico mix) She had a little mix of colours on her nose so I said "why not something like Smudge?"
The guy was totally furious with me. He practically yelled: "All my cats have real names!" and with that he left. I never saw him again

I am hoping that he just decided to go to the shop later and avoid me, but it was strange.
I love silly names, so it's weird for me to have a cat that's named like a person now. My previous pets were:
Mossy - Rabbit (He looked nothing like moss. I just had an obsession with "Animals of Farthing Wood" when I was a child)
Softie - Dog (He was a cuddly old fella, need I say more?)
Pipkin - Rabbit (Watership down TV program obsession)
Jet - Rabbit (He was black and anti-social)
Blackie - Goldfish (sounds weird to name this, but he was 10 when he died so we kinda felt sad when he left) (He had a black tail)
Fritz - Grannys cat (He was always freaking out over tiny things, we used to say he was "on the fritz")
Frodo - Uncles cat (My uncle loves LOTR so I named his bengal Frodo, I was 8)
Salt and Pepper - My and my sisters hamsters. (They were black and white, mine was salt)