It's nice to see that some people have given their pets better names than something like Mr. Tibbles. Up until just over a month ago, my partner had a cat that she took off one of her friends hands. Originally his name was Sunny, because of the colour of his fur, but we felt that didn't really fit him, so we renamed him Walter, after Walter Matthau. It was a lot more fitting for him as he didn't like people, didn't like other cats, and didn't go out (I felt something of a simpatico with him). Basically, he was a grumpy old cat. Unless, of course, he liked you and felt comfortable around you, in which case he was the most loving cat you could wish to have. Oh, and he was a big fat cat, lol.

He died of old age, and I still miss him. I have all these photos of him on my computer that I can't bring myself to look at yet. There is a happy ending though. He's presently haunting my partner. She hears him moving around downstairs from time to time, and she feels him jumping up on the bed next to her, like he always did. That's right, she has a phantom fat cat.