OK...I had to jump in here! I just wanted to say that I...too give all my animals people names, but with the ferals, I just started naming them by where we found them.
Tavvey, found in a tavern when she jumped on our table and tried to steal our fish dinners.
Riley, the road we found her on.
Mr. BoJangles, I mistakenly named him Betty Boop, and when I found out he was male, I felt so bad that I had to give him a real masculine name, (to try an undo the injustice of his feminine name).
Mr. Hitter, My husband thinks he looks like Adolf, and he calls him that, but I changed it to Hitter.
Gracie, she is just SO graceful. She floats across the room like a movie star.
Black Jack Jr., looks like my husband's former cat, in fact his markings are exact, so we named him Black Jack Jr., and call him Junior.
Ginger, reminds me of the Ginger on Gilligan's Island. Has the same air about her, and has a little mark by her mouth, (like a beauty mark).
Cinder-ella, this cat was hard to name. I finally named her that hoping she would one day be beautiful! Honestly, she was homely when we found her. Now, she is a beauty.
Sockie: She acts like a princess, and is really stuck up. She has white socks on all four legs, so my husband named her Socks, and I changed it to Sockie. (We found her in a tree, on a road that would'nt be appropriate to name her).
Grey, My husband's cat he has had for 18 years. She's totally gray.
Rocky (my Dog) came with his name. He was a rescue.
Rebecca (My Pomeranian) I named her when I first saw her at 8 weeks old. I had bought her sight unseen from a breeder on the East Coast, and the airline stewardess left me a note saying, "Your little Princess was a wonderful passenger. We call her Rebecca," I thought it was a great name, so I kept it. She's 16 years old, and still spry.