Over the decades, I named three of my cats after Republican presidents: Herbert Hoover, Calvin Coolidge, and Theodore Roosevelt. Oddly enough, each cat seemed to embody the personality of the president I named him after! They were all purebreds from championship lines: two were Siamese and one was Tonkinese.
The last one I had (Theodore) got very sick suddenly one night and I put him in his cage to rush him to a 24-hour animal hospital. Sure enough, a cop pulled me over for speeding on the way there. When I told him why I was speeding, he shined his flashlight into the cage and said, "That cat is dead." When he told me that, I started weeping profusely. He felt sorry for me and let me go without a ticket.
Whenever one of my cats died, I'd always buy another kitten. But I couldn't do that when Theodore died since, according to actuarial tables, the kitten and I would most likely wind up in a race to the death and that would be a race that I couldn't take a chance on losing. It's bad enough to have to bury a pet but, sad to say, no pet is capable of burying his owner.