It's naming cats and dogs.

Some authors I read name their characters so well. Consider Michael Connelly’s protagonist, Heronymous “Harry” Bosch; Lescroart’s, Dismas Hardy. The back story on these two and the life their creators breathe into them make them unforgettable.
Reading these two authors gives me second thoughts about the naming of my own characters. My technique of pulling names out of the air isn't getting it done. My books are unpublished. All I have to do is fire up the old word processor and slip the new name in--right? A funny thing. You’ve heard writers speak of growing attached to their characters. That is me. I can’t picture them with another name. To really upgrade, even if I could miraculously come up with a name comparable to the two above, would require more than a cut and paste. Knock on my wooden head--a little forethought, planning wouldn't hurt.
To this point, I’ve named them with little more thought than I would give to naming a cat. Yes, all the cliches about cats apply: distant, haughty, churlish. Who can be blamed for calling a cat "hey you." None of this (hand on Bible) applies to wife’s cat. For a book, wouldn't it have been better to name them the way I would a dog. Dogs are worthy of all the time and consideration one would spend naming a prince. They are fun, loyal, loving, predictable. . Wait a second . . . do I want characters that are loyal and predictable? Humm. I’m going to play with the cat.