Seeing Sarah's stories of her cats reminded me of a cat my family had when I was a teenager - she loved anything mint or with menthol or camphor in it. She would steal my doublemint gum and chew it, package and all. If I left my tube of blistex around it would mean disaster because if she ever found it, it would be useless with all the toothholes she would punch into it. My brother would put bengay on his legs after working out and she would lick it off. I've had a few cats everynow and then that would like to smell my breath if I was chewing gum or would sniff at my lips after I put mentholatum on them, but none ever approached Ginger in her mint fetishness.

Also, I think it's funny how so many pet lovers attach so many "pet names" (pun intended ) to their animals. I, too, have a large cat who frequently gets called Tubbie (even though his "given name" is Big Mac), and I once had another large cat I would sometimes call Fattycake even though his real name was Zebo. I could write a book with all the cats I've had over the years (even the fosters got named) and all the names, and nicknames, and nicknames of nicknames they all had!