My chosen name is Confucius Cat. The moniker implies I'm wise. Capable of giving great advice. Which is very true of me. I am the sagest of cats.
My given name is Alley. Implies tough but funny loving. Survivor of hard knocks. These are all true. But I could have been named Sheldon. My mummy and auntie found me (and my sister) living in a tree knoll in Old Sheldon church cemetery in South Carolina. But would I be the same wonderful cat if I'd been christened Sheldon?
Sheldon is a nerd. Sheldon does your taxes (per When Harry Met Sally). Sheldon is an intellectual.
After some heavy thought I have concluded that I would be basically the same wondrous piece of gorgeousity as I am now had I been named Sheldon.
So-----Confucius Cat say: an Alley by any other name would still purr as sweet....but I'm still glad mummy didn't name me Sheldon.