My Mother took in a homeless stray cat. He had an injured left leg, so I annoyed her until she caved in and took him to the Vet. When asked what the cat's name was for the Dr.'s records, she quickly thought up; Bob Dole, because his injury was like the war wound the Politician, Bob Dole had.

Bob has long since recovered from his injury, but the name stuck. Now that I care for Bob, everyone who meets him laughs and smiles when they hear his name. I'm tempted to call my next cat;, Richard Nixon or Dick Cheney!