A ginger cat adopted me and I then was stuck with trying to think of something to address him as.
I tried Ginger: he ignored that.
Moggie : looked away.
Kitty?
Marmalade?
Cat?
Puss?
Stuck Up Bastard?
I tried Pumpkin: he gave me one of those Withering Cat Stares of Contempt.
"Well, what the hell's your name then?!" I asked, fed up.
I didn't call him anything for two days - all the while with him staring intently at me trying to get the feeble human brain to figure out what was so patently obviously his name.
I reviewed the clues:
He was kingly, he had a huge lion's mane of golden- orange ruff, a majestic fluffy tail, an imperious and yet slightly mysterious and magical demeanor...
At last I got it: Elrond!!!
He, being all dignified and everything,forbore to roll his eyes, looked at me, and inclined his head. I had got it.