Sun Mote Copse The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

Alyx's waggling tongue finally dislodged the papery bark, only for it to flutter right down her throat. In the split second after it happened, the little black pup completely froze up. Almost perfectly in time with Figment's slowly approaching paw, her eyes grew wider and wider. Not because of the paw, mind you, but because she was struggling to fathom what the heck had just happened.
Suddenly, Fig's toes came into focus and Alyx's eyes found them, resulting in her pupils growing rapidly. He poked her nose, snapping her out of the reverie she'd been in moments before. She responded to this intrusion of her personal bubble the only way a little puppy with needles for teeth could: she chomped on his outstretched toe.