My cat is called Bobbi.
I can't remember exactly why I chose it, but I do remember being very adamant that he was called "Bobbi." I was three years old.
My mother: What shall we call our new kitty? Tiger?
Me: No. Bobbi.
Mum: How about Tiddles?
Me: No, Bobbi.
Mum: Are you sure? Why don't we call him Fudge?
Me: Nope, definitely a Bobbi.
Mum: Why Bobbi?
Me: Because hes Bobbi.
Mum: Ok... Bobbi it is then.
My dog was called Storm. We called her that because of the temperament that her breed was meant to have, and her lively nature as a pup. Got to one years old, most softest thing you'd ever met. It was ironic in the end. Although, there was certainly a storm in the flatulent area...
My other dog was called Bruce. I didn't choose this as it was before I was born, but my Mum named him after Bruce Willis.
We also has another cat called Billy. I named it after my Grandfather. My Grandfathers still alive by the way, I just felt it should have his name...again I was an adamant three year old.