I keep promising myself that when I build my home in the mountains and get a Doberman, I'll name him Mr. President.
Oh, yeah... we once had a HUGELY fat female cat who was somehow very dainty. Her name was Tiddles. And when I was about 9 years old I got an orange-red tabby that I named Sunkist.
We also had a big Maine Coon that looked like a cougar, so we named him... Cougar. We loved that cat so much that when he died, we got another one and named him Cougar The Second. Later I got a female Maine Coon and named her a spastic variation - Kwuggsifluff. That was because she was a cougar, or a "kwuggz" as I used to call them as a little kid, and she was fluffy. Hence, Kwuggz-A-Fluff. Also Momzigaa got her name because she was a little mama cat who, instead of the usual "meow" would say "gaa" as in that "A" sound in "trap" or "pants." So, Mom's-A-Gaa!
See? There is a logic behind my pet's names. As to my cat Frank Wilson, people would ask why he was named that, and I'd reply, "Well, he sells insurance."