Nah. He can tell people “I was playing with my pet, Gator" this morning” and they hear “I was playing with my pet gator this morning”. It impresses people.
I’ve decided that if the next cat we adopt is orange, I shall name it Norman, boy OR girl (I’m next up in the ‘naming rights’ rotation)
When I lived in Philly, during the Trash Strike of 1986, coinciding with a heat wave (that would only be surpassed the next year) a stray cat found her way into the entryway of my apartment building one Friday evening. I discovered her there when I came in from my daily run
I took her in, with the idea that I’d keep her through the weekend, ask/look around to see if anyone’s cat had gone missing, and put some FOUND signs up of my own
I went to the market for cat food & litter and used a beer box from the bar for a litter box (I trimmed the sides for ‘accessibility’)
By Sunday evening it was clear that she wasn’t going anywhere
It was time for a name
My girlfriend at the time said “Bert” (or “Burt?” We never clarified spelling)
That was fine
When we took her to the vet for checkup, shots, etc., they guessed she was about 3 years old
Burt & I were together for 12 more years — do NOT ask how many girlfriends came & went in between