Lori, the Smoky Mountain Family Historian, has a great opening for her pet story:
My first cat was E.R.M. I was quite small and my older brothers were teaching me to spell at the time I named him. The story goes that I was asked by my paternal grandfather how to spell cat, and I proudly declared "E.R.M."The best story I can think of concerns two kittens owned by my great-grandfather back in 1940. He named one "Franklin Delano Roosevelt," and the other "Wendell Willkie." Wendell drowned in a bowl of milk, thus predicting the outcome of the election.