"Silfa," he echoes. Does his name have a meaning? He'd never actually thought to ask, and now he's long gone from where he came from so it's likely he'll never know. Oh well. It's not like it had ever mattered to him before.

"I could start giving my cats dignified names, but then they might get airs and you don't want cats thinking more of themselves than they already do." The baby sticks out her tongue and he sticks his our right back at her, because he is a fully grown adult and it is absolutely what fully grown adults do. "Lady Moose, for instance. She might become the bully instead, and that wouldn't do."