This is one of the most amusing threads I've read in a long time. Maybe because as a human owned by a cat, I can relate to so many of the experiences. My cat Smoky doesn't actually drink out of the toilet, but he'll run from the other end of the house when he hears it flushing, just to watch the "water go down the hole" as the cartoon says! It's the same show every time, I keep telling him, but he doesn't care.

Why did I name him Smoky? Well, I named him before I'd ever met him - he was given to me by a cousin, who told me he was gray, and that seemed like a good name for a gray cat. Since then he's been called a variety of things, not the least of which is Devil Cat... there's something to be said for meeting a cat before you name it... if I had he might've been called Lucifer but that probably would've gotten shortened to Lucy, and I doubt he'd like that much.

Right now he thinks he's the Easter Bunny. He's stealing my plaster Easter Eggs and hiding them. I tried to explain he was a bit late for that, but he didn't care about that either. Today I caught him hopping. Maybe I'll change his name to Peter Cottontail or something creative like that.

Or I could just call him what my son does - Stirfry.

Annie