It's been so long since we've participated, probably none of you remembers us. LOL. Blame our so-called servant for that!
Anyway, since this didn't require much creative or intellectual power, she thought she could muster a post for us.
There wasn't any question as to my name. The human knew she would adopt a Nicki at some point, and when she saw me at the pet store adoption centre, she just looked at me and thought, "There's Nicki." I was sitting at the front of the large floor to ceiling cage, and wasn't feeling very well, had an eye infection. So I was quiet when she saw me. (Heh heh, that's how I suckered her!) My shelter names was Gee Whiz, and I all I can say to that is, Uh, gee....
So "Nicki" it was, right from the first!
My shelter name was Rock and I had a sister named Roll, as well as a brother who's shelter name I no longer remember. When the human was adopting me, she had a bit of a struggle before my name revealed itself to her. "Derry" is an Irish name, of course, which is odd because she's actually not fond of things Irish. She figures it's related to a past life, her aversion. As for me, I'm not going to reveal how "Derry" occurred to her!
So that's it, nothing terribly interesting at all about how we got our names. :-)