I would accept suggestions from Murderbiscuit or his namer.

I would accept suggestions from Murderbiscuit or his namer.

Nothing my cat would suggest will be good. It'll probably be a bunch of eldritch sigils that, when spoken, summon at least 2 but up to 7 of the Old Ones.

The guy who named Murderbiscuit is a smartass who named his tarantula Elizabeth Báthory, so he's a little sketchy.

Reddish brown/tan?

Rusty

Rufus

Curly

Moe

. I am personally against using person names for animals because then you end up in a scenario like my friend who named their dog Audrey...then her sister married a woman named Audrey. So it's not uncommon for the name to come up in conversation followed by "auntie or doggie?"

My friend Katie is a nicknamer. She called both her father (who had dementia) and her crazy dog "Bubba"! Which lead to a great confusion when Bubba was running through the fields behind her house (It was her dog).

Worthington (my old kitty, sadly now departed) came with that name, which is a town in western MA, probably where he was found as a tiny stray. So when we got another cat 10 years ago, of course we had to go with another western MA town and name him Chesterfield.

I have collected handmade "teddy" bears--not toys--and their facial expressions have always suggested their names. Emerson, Hillary (Sir Edmund), Virgil, Froderick (not lit'ry, but he has violently curly blond fur), etc. I have one who used to belong to a friend, and no matter how he was posed, he was always looking down. So when he became mine I named him Newton. Familiarly he was called Isaac, then Ike. And then I learned Newton based his theories on the writings of Ibn Al Haytham, and so the bear now carries that name, known familiarly as Al (admittedly mostly because I have no idea how to pronounce Ibn).

Laura, I have one of those, too. And I was reminded of the fact during the year he was away attending to dying relatives and their estates, and I realized how often I hadn't needed to call somebody about a leaky faucet or a cranky dryer or a stuck screw, or a light bulb in a place too high for me to reach on a ladder. He's just always there, and always knows, or is quick to find out, what to do. I want to wrap him in bubble wrap and keep him forever. Aside from the whole love him for decades of marriage thing.

Salsa, Jitterbug, Tango, Mambo, Cha-Cha, Twist, Jazz, Boogie, Samba, Zumba.

My dog and her 9 littermates.

Just remember, whatever you call the dog, you're going to end up at the back door yelling it loudly, so adjust your thinking as to how weird you want the neighbors to think you are.

Dr. Chompers!

Watson jumps to mind as a possibly fitting name for a reddish brown labradoodle. I cannot explain why, only that it does. Also I clearly envision cats as protagonists, and dogs as loyal companions.