When I was growing up, we lived out in the boonies on an old farm. We fed our cats outdoors on the back porch. The coons and possums always came for a snack after dark. One night, my niece went to open the screen door and the coon had his feet up on the door, looking in the kitchen. She was startled and yelled, "Whew! The coon!" So we named him Whew. :)