I'm afraid there aren't really many stories.
The boy was known as the boy before he got named Amos Wickey. He got named Amos Wickey because he just looked like an Amos Wickey. At least as much as a cat can.
As you can see here, he's perfected his technique of sitting in this box. Looks kinda like he was just poured in, doesn't it?
Tommy got named Tommy just because he kinda looks like he would be. Then he got his last name because I think he looks a little like Richard Nixon, so we figured they're probably related.
He looks kinda funny here, probably because I had just woken him up.
Wallace came to us as a stray. When we took him in, we decided he looked like a Mr. Neeley. Only later did we discover the kids at the local elementary school has (inexplicably) named him Wallace. The only thing left was to realize the only proper middle name for a Wallace Neeley living in Nashville, TN (where I lived at the time), was Beauford.
I took two pics of Wallace, since he's always everybody's favorite cat. He also goes by 'Captain Fat.' His eyes are slightly different colors. He does not meow, but instead communicates by means of small grunty goat noises.

You can see the boy, still in his new box, in the back on the left.