Ah, so there was precedent for the cat stacking obsession...
Cindy: You know, the sad thing isn't that I've become a compulsive Spike Mah Jongg player. It isn't that I am a compulsive Spike Mah Jongg player even though I suck at Spike Mah Jongg and have never played regular Mah Jongg. It isn't even that I can't spell Mah Jongg without thinking about it, long and hard. Oh, no. The truly sad thing isn't even that I've named the tiles to keep track of them. Nope. The truly sad thing is that I've amorthropized them and talk about them when they appear: "Oh no. Shirtless gives me no love. Must find match for that one now. Oh wait, you're not regular shirtless, you're Profile. Yes! There's one of you right in the middle, good boy. And Yellow. Good boy. You're an easy one to spot. Spuffy, Spuffy, don't hide on me. I just saw you. Train, you used to be easy to match. Now? Not so much. Ugly, the same is true for you."
They're going to lock me up.
And another sad thing is that I linked all those tiles, so y'all could see the RIGHTness of my naming them.
*sigh*