Pixie's Pet Mildred the Spider Plant

The problem with Pixie naming her pet spider plant Mildred, is that her brother the Treasure has a pet cat who's also named Mildred, and Mildred the Pet Cat was born and named before Mildred the Pet Spider Plant; therefore if dibs are to be had on a name for a pet, Treasure has dibs.

Pixie doesn't care.

Mildred the Spider Plant lives on the books by the window, and is the only reason Pixie ever remembers to open her curtains so she doesn't live in a cave.  Mildred the Pet Spider Plant is a terrible conversationalist, but Pixie can hold up a monologue so it works out all right, and she never forgets to water Mildred on Wednesdays so it's okay that Mildred can't ask.

Mark Sinclair Vincent St. Agnes von Lichtenschtein (the cat and Pixie's self-appointed bodyguard who considers himself to be a small plush god) believes Mildred the Spider Plant to be a sacrifice unto the joys that is himself, and regularly makes his nibbles upon her leaves.  Pixie finds this as annoying as the fact that he insists on being her bodyguard.  She prefers the term "creepy stalker".

Mark Sinclair Vincent St. Agnes von Lichtenschtein doesn't care.

I was worried that my Treasure would be offended that Pixie stole his cat's name for her plant and I suggested he rename his cat Jeremy Renner, but he doesn't care.

Angel Boy keeps a purple passion plant, but it's more of a roommate than a pet.

Mark Sinclair Vincent St. Agnes von Lichtenschtein

Lefty and The Precious wanted to call him Vin Diesel.
I said no.
It just seemed wrong to title a fluffy, lazy, helpless, fat little furball after a celebrity studmuffin.  I wouldn't even name him Jeremy Renner.
We compromised.  Vin Diesel's real name is Mark Sinclair Vincent, and, being a little more low-key, seemed an appropriate enough way to dub the cat.
The cat, however, is convinced that he is a god, and as such is entitled to choose his own autonym which he required to be multitudinous in syllables.
Thus the house cat came to be known as Mark Sinclair Vincent St. Agnes von Lichtenschtein.  Usually we just call him Vinnie.  Hunneypunkin inexplicably refers to him as Chuck, or sometimes Frank.
Vinnie is ten years old now, and just as many pounds.  He still believes he's a god no matter how many ways we assert our own dominance.  When I try to blog he walks across the keyboard and takes a nap on my fingers, so a long time ago I gave up and let him write his own blog.  I decided to humor him and pin his blog posts.  Unexpected side effect: if you search "Mark Sinclair Vincent" on Pinterest, you'll see all kinds of photos of Vin Diesel, along with a few of our cat.