'Enid Sinclair.'

Enid creaked the wet-dim clapboard floorboards, "Hey," she pauses, thinking of what to say next, seemingly to want your attention, "Wens?" she decides, noticing you not listening, she repeats loudwr, "Wednesday!" she says, this time with the additional sound of her padded-webbed paws patting the floor softly, she seems to want your attention, but your intention is to ignore her and continue your work.