This is our cat.
His name is Moose. Except, it really isn’t.
His real name is “Elwood.” (He had a brother named “Jake.”) We called him Elwood for awhile, but somewhere along the way, we started calling him “moose.” It stuck.
We often refer to him as “dat moose,” as in “Where is dat moose? Why, he’s lying behind the sofa/table/dresser/someplace where we can’t bother him.” Oh, and bother him we do.
For, you see, Dat Moose does not like us much. Even after all these years of giving him food and love, he still isn’t our friend.