If you had a character in a play that is an Elvis-type, and you wanted to give him a suitable name that is not Elvis, what would you call him?

Vernon? Red? Johnny? Jimmy? (Any common name with a "y" added - Billy, Sammy, Bobby, Scotty etc.) Slim? Roy? Ernest? Elton?

Hey, Ozzie is NOT A NORMAL CAT. Neither is Perkins.

Sigh

If you had a character in a play that is an Elvis-type, and you wanted to give him a suitable name that is not Elvis, what would you call him? Cheezy or silly are okay!

Jerry Lee!

I'm loving this conversation. I never even knew abnout Shibas and Jindos until I got my Chile Puppy who turned into Chile Pepper.

Indoor cats (unless your home is overridden with vermin) can't feed themselves or obtain fresh water OR (I lament) change their own damn litter boxes.

The glory of autofeeders! And waterers! No solution, sadly, to the box problem, though apparently, toilet training is possible. For me, they're less trouble yet more reward than, say, fish.

Johnny

Speaking of cats as pets....

Product Service Systems: Japan's Cat Cafés

Now we present Neko JaLaLa, or the Cat Café. You don't get to rent the cat, but you get to join them for tea while catz loll around. After all, cats are like tribbles; rubbing them makes you feel good. It is only in the morning that you pay with your skin. One customer says "When it comes to having cats, it's a burden. I work and I don't have the time to take care of them in a responsible manner," but thinks cat-gazing is "a way to relax and let go of my stress." Others note that it is a big help for people without time or space to have their own.

"I always used to play with cats back home, but now I can't, since I live on my own," says Yuka Sato in the CSM. "I wish I could live together with cats like this."

Oh, and Layla barks when the doorbell rings. Or when a doorbell rings on television, which is hilarious.

aww Frank used to do that before he went mostly deaf. I can't remember the last time I heard him bark. He was never a huge barker but when someone broke into my house (while I was there) in 1999 he barked more fiercely and loudly than I've ever heard him bark before or since. The guy broke in upstairs and the dog and I were downstairs. I thought the noise was just the cats messing around but Frank knew. And I found out when I went upstairs to investigate and ended up fighting with (and then chasing off) the young asshole who'd been hiding in the bathroom.

I used to think cats were fairly self-maintaining until my one got the diabetes.

What to they mean by "pay with your skin" in that article?

My cat is a talker, and a pee-er, but she doesn't have to be walked, which is a plus. Also, she gives me back massages.

Oh, and speaking of dogs, my friend posted this link on her Facebook: [link] It's a local news story about the place she works, which is a residential facility for kids with various issues, and one of their programs for teens is training assistance dogs. The news piece is about disabled veterans and the dogs they get from this program. It's an amazing thing -- helps everyone on all sides.