T.S Eliot was right:

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games...

Let me introduce Balthasar. There is nothing quite like a black and white cat.  Balthasar wears a bell, a bell that he uses to make a point. His owner claims that when she calls, he may or may not come, but he always rings his bell. Balthasar walked with me in the garden and his bell rang constantly.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
                                                                           Deep and inscrutable singular Name.