Well, my pair of Black Rosecomb Bantams are Mr. Rose and Mrs. Rose, obviously. Then there are the three EE roosters who free range; one has a wonderful gray beard and muffs so he became Prince Edward (like Prince-Edward-in-a-can). The royal trend continued and his less sartorially gifted brother became Albert. The poor guy with hardly any beard at all became Jerald, aka Jerry! Jerry! The two Wyandotte roosters who wander from the house up the hill are called Brewster I and Brewster II.
Then there is the cat named Prince Corwin, Lord of Amber. And another I named Sonny Crockett (RIP Sonny). A black cat I have is called, variously, Purrball, PB, or Peanut Butter. Another black cat started out as Old Man, which morphed into Shadowman, and has now been shortened to just Man.
I've noticed that names tend to morph...
