It's so frustrating, isn't it? He's just such a punk, no deterrent seems to work - water bottles, loud sounds, nothing! It doesn't help that he has the face of an angel so when he gets in trouble, he looks at you with those big eyes like, "What? What'd I do?"

As for singing, the only time he sings is when he "catches" a mouse (every night between 10:30 and 11:30). He throws himself the biggest parade and brings the mouse upstairs for my husband and I to see and appropriately praise him. The other 3 cats follow him so it really does look like a parade.

If nothing else, they're entertaining!