We had a cat named Banjo for his lap sitting tendencies (Banjo on my knee). Unfortunately he lacked critical key cat skills, like using a litter box instead of the living room carpet, and how to kill the mice he brought into the house, so it was not quite a tragedy when he misjudged the speed of an oncoming car one day. Current cats are Pansy, which I hate, but it fits her in all ways, and Friday the Boss-cat. Six pounds of pure chutzpah -- she keeps the Rottweilers in line.