[Jughead P. Jones]

We did...kind of. And, I can thank my niece for his name change.

Okay...here's the story. Our cat came prowling around our back porch one crisp day in November 1998. He essentially adopted us, and years later, he's still with us.

After trying to come up with a name, we settled on the highly original "Tom". And, when we introduced my niece (who was 2 years old at the time) to him, she kept calling him "Ol' Thum". The reason why is that she knocked out her front teeth a couple of weeks earlier in a playground accident, and until her permanents came in, she talked with a lisp.

The name stuck, and Tom became "Ol' Thum".