Our daughter moved to a place where she could not take her cat.
So, she gave my wife and me to him.
We are now humble wait-staff.
His name is Radar.
He let's us know when it is Noon and he needs his turkey breast deli meat. And at 5:55PM, without fail, he sits by the door and waits for my wife to come home from work, depending on traffic it is anywhere from 5:55 to 6:05, so he can tell her all about his day.
My wife's cousin, who lives next door, has a cat. Its name is Lexi.
I call it Exil.
Which is Dis-Lexi.
My cat is the same way in his old age. Constantly nagging about something,, let him, let him out, more treats, open the blinds, open the door, let me out at 5:30am, let me out at 10:30 pm, move the pillows, etc etc,,,
And oh yeah,,, pick up my vomit/hairball I left in the hallway before you slip on it again... (funny story actually)
I love my cat!
Wouldn't that be Ixel?
LOL. You reminded me a little of the comedian Steven Wright:
“If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?”