I was once married to a woman who had three cats. They had quite normal names, like Buddy and William and Simon. Their true names however were quite different and were like the names of Tolkein's Ents, experential.

Buddy's true name was Jumps out of windows, bites the hand that feeds it and dislikes everyone equally.

William's true name was Always shits next to the box and steps in it, destroys clothing and furniture indiscrinately and whines incessently.

Simon's true name was Loves to piss in guitar cases, Constantly ill and shreds the arms of the caretaker on way to the vet for expensive, ineffective treatments.

Utah Phillips says don't own anything you don't have to feed or paint. I say don't own anything that bites or pisses in your guitar case.

I'll pet yours.