When I was younger, I rescued a kitten after a storm, and the little guy had the reverse of the above situation. At first, I thought he was a boy and named him Tank...then, he didn't develop certain attributes, so I figured he was a girl and called him/her Tankertina. Unfortunately, he actually was a boy and just really slow to develop, and the gender confusion my naming conventions had instilled in him apparently contributed to an eating disorder, so his final name was TankerTON, with extra emphasis on the ton part. It was interesting how his personality changed, or at the very least my perception of it, based on what gender I thought he was at the time. Of course, he was a comedy routine on four legs. He had allergies, so I gave him chlor-trimeton and he staggered around like a drunk, between naps, of course. I hadn't thought of him in a long time, or how my girlfriend at the time liked to refer to him as our "son."
Now, there is a black cat that just hangs out on my porch some times, but isn't a dick to my two cats so I don't mind him. I did start feeding him though, so I probably own him now, technically. Any way, I call him Punk too because he has a very whiny sounding meow. Kind of a funny personality too. He bitches at you if you try to pet him, but once petting actually occurs, he loves it and swipes at your hand if you try to stop.
Vagrancy - Be careful who you wake up in a twenty four hour parking lot.
His name was Not Johnny - A young man becomes a sort of superhero after a crippling injury. He