Guinness

We had a cat named Guinness when I was a child.

She was born a brewery cat. Not this brewery, though - Dad worked at Tetley's brewery in Leeds and one morning, returning from a night shift, he carried in a small cardboard Guinness box. Inside the box was a kitten; tiny with a black body and white head. She really couldn't have been given any other name.

In those days when grain was delivered it was kept in piles on the ground - consequently the brewery was a popular meeting place for rats. To keep the problem under control, Tetley's was also home to a large number of semi-feral cats. One day, early in the job, Dad saw a cat deposit a large turd in the grain before covering it over.
"Did you see that?", he asked his colleague, "What should we do?"
"Where do you expect him to go?", smiled the older man, " 'sides, that's what gives ale it's taste - Tetley Bittermen, can't beat 'em!"
(Check this out for cultural context, from 3:27)

The cat wasn't the only creature he brought back from a night shift.The workers in the brewery had an official allowance of four pints per shift, though the limit was rarely enforced. Driving home early one June morning after a 'heavy' shift, Dad hit a fox. He stopped to check and it was dead. "The kids will never get to see a fox this close", he reasoned to himself, and he threw the unfortunate animal into the back of his van.
Of course, he got home, forgot about it and went straight to bed. So the fox lay all the long, hot summer day in the van, windows tight shut....
Come 7pm it was time for Dad, not feeling the best, to head back to work. He opened the van door, was hit by a reeking wave of half-cooked-dead-fox air, and promptly threw up. No longer thinking it was such a good idea to show the kids, he drove, gagging, towards Leeds and dropped the fox back where they'd originally met.
He laid off the free beer for a good while afterwards.