I used to know a guy named Tony. An actor, was Tony, when he could get parts in local theater; a community arts coordinator the rest of the time.
Tony had a gorgeous cat, a big, long-haired Persian or Angora or similar breed, with very long, luxurious white fur, smallish ears, and blue eyes. Like many white-haired, blue-eyed cats, it was deaf. The first time I saw this cat, I was stunned at how regal and elegant it looked. I asked what its name was, and Tony told me the cat was called Larry.
I said that was a horrible name for such a spectacular cat. Tony said he hadn't named the cat, the people he got the cat from had. I suggested he change its name to something mysterious and Oriental, but Tony said no, he was sure it was too late -- the cat was used to its name.
To which I replied, "He's DEAF!! He's never heard his name."
Tony remained unconvinced. Larry didn't seem to notice we were talking about him.
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