"C" was just for .... cat ...
I didn't want to keep them since they were a litter from a stray under our porch and our dog had just died a few weeks before so I tried to keep the "names" a bit impersonal.
Stray cats are a big problem around here. As the farmers sell to the developers, they just move out and when the barns come down there are hundreds of stray cats on the move with no where to go.
A friend who moved to Maryland had over a hundred cats in his two dairy barns.
I should rename then Pol Pot and Saddam. My garage and porch are littered with bodies and it looks like the killing fields some days. The worst to deal with are the bunnie wabbits. It seems they have the habit of wounding the wabbitt in one leg and then saving it for a tasty snack for later. I love to come home to a three legged wabbitt hippity hopping around the garage.
In case any of you need to know, I have devised a "killing machine" of my own to put the "victims" out of their misery. A gas chamber ... a large can with a sealed lid, a rag that gets saturated with auto starting fluid and dropped in (ether) .... at least it just puts them to sleep.