We had one cat, a long-hair Maine Coon, we almost named her Xena. This cat was about as far opposite of the warrior princess as anybody could get. She was named Tiger instead - she wasn't much of a Tiger either. She was just the spoiled rotten, center of attention, queen of the house.
We had another cat, a bright orange tabby with a kinked tail, named Fireball. He lived up to his name. He couldn't go anywhere in the house unless he was running top speed. THe instant somebody got up to moved, he'd instantly gues which way they were going and raced them at top speed. He always won.