Another What?

Last Thursday I arrived home deeply saddened at the death of my best friend. Little J came running to my car with the biggest grin and brightest little brown eyes. This little bundle of fur was nestled in his arms. How could grandma say no to this precious little thing. Little J has been flitting and floating around for days now. The 2 big cats are beginning to tolerate the little fleabag (Grandma is itching and bombing the house). The vet says she is healthy which is great news since she was found stuck in a blackberry bush. She's not the least bit timid and a ball of energy (all day and all night). All we need now is a name... every hour Little J changes it so we are going to end up with one very confused little kitty if she doesn't get an identity soon. Looking for ideas... help!