All but two of my cats over the years were kittens without names. Of the two adult adoptees, Mayflower was a stray that the neighborhood kids had named after the moving company. She’d had a litter of kittens and whenever they tried to trap her and the kittens, she moved them. I kept her name because it fit her. Mocha had been named Martha at the shelter, and she looked nothing like a Martha. After two weeks of trying numerous names on her, my husband came up with the name Mocha. Perfect!