Ahhhh. The joys of sharing your house with cats.
Woke up this morning, went to the kitchen, and two of the cats (Leo and Ziggy) were sitting near the food dish area looking terribly disgruntled. I'm all groggy and say (with a big sigh and eyeroll), "Gimme a minute guys and I'll put food in the dish." Got my drink and went over to the food dish area.
There was a dead mouse floating in the water bowl.
One of the cats, Pooper, puts stuff in the water bowl all the time- hair ties, jingly balls, cloth mice, shiny stuff, etc. She's also the only one we've seen catch a mouse. She's very gentle with them, so we take the mice from her and put them outside. So, I don't know Mr. Mouse fell in while getting a drink or if Pooper is a mouse drowner/on her way to being profiled by the BAU.
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Just one more thing...
Officer, I ask you: does this look like a cat who has something to hide?
Ummm... Nevermind. Don't answer that. 
The cats are sharing THEIR house with you! They have been very gracious to share it with you as long as you operate the can opener for them. Fail to do that, and you could be OUT! (as in "on the street"
It's definitely a name of affection.
She was a tiny kitten we rescued from a storm drain in a Wendy's parking lot on a very busy road. That was 7 years ago. We were going to "find her a good home" and decided not to name her as a way of not getting attached. Big surprise, the "not getting attached" part didn't work.
She soon took over our house, much to the chagrin of our older cats. It had been years since we had a kitten and we were flabbergasted at the amount of mischief she got into. She was a goofy little maniac whose favorite activity was harassing our very stoic and dignified cat, Bob. A commonly uttered phrase was, "Oh you little shit!" followed by laughing.
She still had no name, as we were still clinging to the idea of "find her a good home!" and we realized she would start to think her name was Little Shit. That's no good. So she became our Lil' Pooper because she was so cute. She's also called Beeper because she beeps instead of meowing, and several variations of both names. Beepy Poo is probably the name I call her most often.
She is adored and her name(s) suit her perfectly. It's in no way disrespectful.
We are so grateful to Pooper for bringing Bob out of her shell. Bob was also a stray and she obviously had a really rough former life. After dealing with Pooper's strange, obnoxious obsession with her, Bob eventually became (slightly) playful and very happy to have a little buddy. We even got to hear Bob meow for the first time, and she allowed Pooper (and only Pooper) to snuggle up, nap, and groom with her.
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