Nah, no real relation. Actually, my family history has to do with spoiled milk (cheese).
Lucky for me the dairy farm ended with my old man. My favorite stories growing up had to do with the many flavorful diseases of dairy cows. My father used to tell me stuff that would make you taste chili dogs you ate three years ago. I mean, DAMN, how many diseases can one bovine suffer?
The best part of all his stories would be the clinical analysis of the experience. Total staight man stuff. "So there I was, slathering on more Bag Balm when the stiches let loose..."
Cows have character. They aren't overly bright, but when they escaped my father's job was to go "catch" them. The best part of a bovine is they think- rather logical, frankly- if they can't see you then you can't see them.
Unfortunately when they are hiding behind a tree it is rather obvious to see the remaining 2/3 of a Holstein. You have to love a species that does something like that. At least I do.
My grandfather called a recalcitrant cow " a damned cheesebeast, nothing more."
Hence, I will be (and a few cats I have had over the years) forever more....Cheesebeast.