The Third Name



Anna, listening to a secret Julia is telling her...


The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,


It isn't just one of your holiday games;

You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,

Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--

All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,

Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--

But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,

A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,

Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,

Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,

Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-

Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there's still one name left over,

And that is the name that you never will 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 a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

~ T.S. Eliot

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This is Julia Ravenlocks with Cathy...

You can drape her over your shoulder and take her anywhere.

She is a hugger and gently wraps her paws around your neck when you hold her on your chest.

She would never consider grabbing hold of you with her sharp claws because

She is a trusting cat.

Though she knows how to use those sharp claws.

She's a farm cat; a good mouser.

She just loves mice.

In the way that only a cat can love a mouse.

In a different way, though, she loves everyone around her,  including the dogs,

But she is special friends with Anna.

Julia Ravenlocks has not told us her third name, but Anna may know it.

I think it's a closely guarded secret between them.

(Anna is a well-known cat-girl and I think all cats tell her their third name.)

The rest of us just call her by her "sensible everyday name," Julia, and she comes.

Sometimes.

And sometimes she just looks at us quizzically and walks the other way.

Because she's a cat, and a cat can't have her people thinking they've figured her out.

Even though she loves us. 

And we love her back.