CabezaCabeza means "head" in Spanish. When he first came to live with us, he was a foster. He had heartworms and was generally unhealthy looking and kinda gangly. (He was 1). But his head was still big. Since we weren't that hip on keeping him, we mostly just called him Big Head. Or Big Tard. Or the big head dog. (He came with the name Howie, but we simply couldn't call him that!)
Once we fell in love and decided to keep him, Mark wanted to call him Cliff. (GAG!) I told him no way. We wanted to name him something in Spanish (don't know why, we just did) and we considered Oso. (means "bear" in Spanish). We were still kinda calling him Big Head, and we finally settled on Cabeza. It just seemed right.
Pierre Pierre is the big fat orange tabby that was left by his mama. Originally, he was named Dixie Darlin', cuz my boyfriend thought he was a girl. Once we discovered he was a boy, he kind of remained nameless for awhile. He was pretty feral and a total demon. There is a children's book about a little punk kid named Pierre. Pierre always does naughty things, and there is a line that goes, "I don't care!", said Pierre. Anyway, my SIL was over one day, and she was like, "You cat looks like Pierre from that book." And I thought, yeah, and he acts like him, too. So, there ya go.
Kyle When I brought Kyle home from the Humane Society, his name was Pete. I just didn't like it that much. He used to snuggle on Pierre all the time, and follow him around the house. We used to joke that he was kinda like Kyle from South Park...I don't really know why...anyway.. .he became Kyle. Oh, I know! hahaha! Cuz Pierre would act like Cartmen.
Lex Luthor I don't know. He's all black. I started calling him that, and it just fit. Now he's Lex or Lexxie.
Bozak (gone to the bridge) I couldn't come up with a name for him. One day I was sitting outside with some friends and my brother, watching him roam and sniff around the yard. We were all throwing names out. Bo hadn't been neutered yet, and he had quite the package. After listening to a bunch of names, my brother got up to leave and said, "I don't know about a name, but he's got quite a Bozak on him." I started cracking up and that became his name. Unfortunately, my alcoholic tenant downstairs ALWAYS called him "ballsack" after that. Oh well. I guess that's my fault...