Henry got his name out of the blue. He came out of an emergency situation where we were asked to foster him until he was old enough to be placed in a proper home. He came to us with no name and nothing really came to mind on what to call him at first. We nicknamed him Jitterbug, because he would jet and bolt back and forth as fast as lightning when he played, literally jumping up and bouncing around all over the place with no real direction!, He kind of did his own thing. We were even worried he may be deaf or partially deaf because nothing phased him. No response to any loud noises. Anyway, to make a long story short, he came running out of the bathroom with the end of the toilet paper roll, through the kitchen to where I was getting dinner ready and out of my mouth I yelled "HENRY!!" and he skidded to a stop and rolled head over heals in his tracks. I don't even know why I screamed that name out, but for the first time he actually responded! So there it was, his name was to be Henry.