Truth be told, my previous cat, Boots, had just passed away
and I was too distraught to even think about changing Martini's name. When Bootsy died, I swore I'd never get another cat. It was just too painful to lose them. I couldn't go through that again. That lasted two weeks before I started looking for another cat. My house was so empty and I thought there are so many cats that need a good home and I can provide a good home, so four weeks to the day after Bootsy passed, I adopted Martini and Holly. I still grieved for Boots for a long time, of course. It was well over a year before I started to think maybe I should've changed Holly's name to something like Mojito or Margarita, but I figured it was too late then. Plus, her name had grown on me. I never thought about changing Martini's name.