Why McNeelix?
Many moons ago in Luton, back in the old days of the 20th century and during one of my Star Trek phases, a kitten wandered through my front door. He gained the name of Mr Neelix (after the slightly tabby alien who serves as cook on the USS Voyager) and has been with me ever since. He is the splendid beastie you see reclining against a McNeil tartan background at the top of the page.