The Continuing Saga of Naming My Kitten

For those of you who were yesterday attending a black tie dinner or eating with the family at the Dutch Country Buffet (my preference) and missed my words about my angst naming my kitten, I'll bring you up to date: I CAN'T DECIDE, AND IT'S TEARING ME APART.

Okay, I've brought you up to date.  Well, not quite because I thought of a new name last night.   Why not "Happy?" (an homage to Keith Richards of the Stones). 

So let's review:  The name she arrived with was Tawny. Tawny is a stripper name, so I had to find a new one.  At first I was going to name this siamese mix Mothra after that brave monster insect in the Godzilla movies.   Next, I was going to name her Squeaky because she squeaks (get it?)  Other possible names include Milkshake (but apparently a lot of cats have this name, but it's cute), and now Happy. 

And in a move too predictable to even mention, a relative has now told me to quit barraging her with my stupid non-problem, and not to call her until I choose a name.

Please somebody help me name my kitty to keep the peace in my family.   Please.