Sort of like Monty Python doing a skit about a society of murderers: "And this here's Willie, a specialist in asphyxia; and Willie, who's right handy with a knife; and over there's Willie, our man for defenestration--and you are...? Hm, Morris--do you mind if we call you Willie?"

Didn't Morris dancing ruin the name long before the cat? We've always considered it suspiciously gay-sounding, so of course we'd change the name, unless he killed her out of fashion envy.