Several years ago a fluffy stray cat decided our house was the right one. I "checked" the family jewels, so I named "him" Clyde". Well a few weeks later Clyde started doing the hoochie dance in front of Moose and Brouncer. We scooped up Clyde and off to the vet!! The name stuck, she still looked like a Clyde.
My youngest daughter had a little black cat. She named her Scully (after the X-files chick). She bought her a pink diamond collar. Well when Scully was about a year old, I noticed a new set of "attachments" in her nether regions.
We laughed about it, and for awhile we called Scully, "the cat in drag".......LOL