But of course if we are to believe T.S.Eliot it will actually be impossible for me to know her name!
In this event we can only guess, since ...
The naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm 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 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 is peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can she keep up her tail perpendicular,
Or spread out her whiskers, or cherish her pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, Such as Munkustrap, Quazo or Coripat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellyrum-- 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 will never guess;
The name that no human research can discover-- But The Cat Herself Knows, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
Her mind is engaged in rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought,
of the thought of her name: Her ineffable effable Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.