Or better yet, don't. Pets have personalities, believe you me. The cat's bones turned to tapioca as soon as he was held. With proper attention, he'd start purring, eventually, but he never became more than gelatinous. Still, he was a great cat and more in need of Prozac than any animal I've ever known.
Names are so important for a pet.
Actually, I might just name it Spark, Flair or Pizzazz, much like the longhaired kittens, who looked like photo negatives of each other, named Milkshake and Whitebread. Generic pets, another miracle of modern life. We've all seen the recent headlines of what happens in the most extreme circumstances of when animals are raised the wrong way. It's the less extreme cases I worry about. It's when you spend all day in class or at work and don't have time to give Bowser or Fluffy the attention they deserve.