This year, for my birthday, I'm going to want to have good sushi, rare steak, and salad with bleu cheese crumbled on it, all washed down with a healthy mug of beer. Then for dessert, I shall eat cookie dough.

Oh, man. Now I want it to be my birthday.

Of the cats I have owned, more than half have come when called. No treats.

Gus, are you anti-flair? Say it ain't so.

It ain't so!

* threadsucks like a mad thing to discover what anti-flair utterance I might have uttered

Both of my cats come when called. They also come to the front door to greet me when I get home.

Just being funny because you said something about the buttons at TGIFridays that Mike Judge has taught me to call "flair"(I should've put the quotes on, because surely "flair" and flair only meet up by accident.)

I know that the year before that, I cheerfully pulled my "get out of Lent free" card when we went to war

Oh, right. That's what I was thinking of. For some reason I thought you fell off the Lenten wagon when Angel was cancelled.

My cat generally comes with kissy face noises and lap-patting, but not when you call his name.

All of the cats I've owned, including Damien, have come to "Heeeeeeeere, kitty kitty kitty" with a sharp upswing in tone on the last "kitty". Z's cats, however, look at me as if I am an alien. The two boys meet us when we come home. Daisy will only deign to acknowledge us if their food is running low.

Devi does whatever she damn well wants to. On rare occasions she'll actually come towards me if I repeatedly say her name questioningly or whiny. Mister Kitty will run up to you if you breathe. Or stop breathing. Mere existance is his reason.

But they do both greet me at the front door.

My cat comes when called. Both to the kissy face noise and when I meow at him. (There might be a few Buffistas who can attest to the fact that I can do very realistic meows, to the point of having cats stare at me in amazement (or else looking for the cat behind me that meowed).)