...but cats fit into our lifestyle best. Our current owner is a brown tabby by the name of Rose. When we decided to not declaw her, we explaned to our then six year old daughter that she'd have to be careful of getting scratched.
Mighty Miss V then declared that the kitten should be called Rose, because "Roses have thorns, too". The cat gets called Rose, Rosey Rose, Rosebud, Rosebutt, Lumpy (sleeps under the bedcovers all day, making our bed lumpy)and whatever else comes to mind, but it's kinda silly. It's not like she comes when you call her name
Previous cat was named Winsome, which was also silly, because although beautifully marked (tabby patches on a white coat), she was the meanest, most spiteful thing you've ever met, being nice to only Alacrity and I and barely tolerating Mighty Miss V.
We had a hard time selling our house because we had to confine her to the basement when people came to view the house, and she spent the whole time banging her head against the door and growling. No-one asked to see the basement, though!