Oliver was named by the technicians at the emergency hospital on the night he was found. He showed up in our backyard on a frigid winter night with some nasty bite wounds around his face and throat. I took him to the emergency hospital at midnight and registered him as a stray. They whisked him off for treatment, scanned him for a microchip, and tested him for FeLV and FIV. The tech who returned him cheerfully informed me they had collectively decided his name was meant to be Oliver. I agreed, and when she returned to the back ward I heard her announce "Oliver has been approved" and then a cheer went up. At that point, who was I to argue?
That night I also learned that Oliver was FIV positive. As a vet tech myself, I already knew that FIV positive kitties can live long, happy lives and can safely live alongside their negative feline friends. Of course, back then I only meant to foster Ollie...a story for another day!