The little black kitten was named Pippin by his previous family as he was the runt of the litter and the pipsqueak, but he is anything but insignificant. The name has stuck, reminding me of the Schwartz/Fosse broadway hit of the same name AND of the youngest Tolkien hobbit to journey with the Fellowship of the Ring.
The multi-colored little girl was the only female feline of the litter. She was previously called Isis, but that didn't resonate with me. So after a few days of deliberation and various thoughts of Pandora or Calliope, she is named Musette. My musical little muse. This is one of the most common scenes around my house lately.
And after a hard day's work of stalking, pouncing, wrestling, and regular breaks for eating, Puppin and Musette pause long enough for some sleep.