He looks at me boredly and thinks to himself…. Ever get that vibe from a cat? There’s a poem by TS Eliot that suggests all cats have 3 names: the dignified name, the everyday name (your Mozart AKA Fur Face for example) and then thirdly, says the poem:
“…the name that you will never guess. the name that no human research can discover -but the cat himself knows, and will never confess. when you notice a cat in profound meditation, the reason, I tell you is always the same. his mind is engaged in rapt contemplation of the thought of the thought of the thought of his name.”
Keep guessing darling, his eyes tease. Then his luxury stride carries him away until further notice.