My parent's adopted a gorgeous black cat at the beginning of the year. It took about a week of tripping over him in the dark before they finally decided to call the little devil Spook.
Poor Spook was just soooo tired out that he refused to show me his pretty eyes.
At first, my Dad claimed that he didn't really want another cat, (he's been cat-less for over 10 years), but he decided to 'humour' my Mom.
That being said, my Dad wouldn't dream of getting up at 5am to let the cat out, wait up while the cat takes a half hour walk, feed the cat then finally take the cat and go back to bed...
Dad would never make a cat-flap in the kitchen window for Spook so he can come and go as he pleases during the day.
And my Dad would never, ever indulge Spook's preference for drinking from the kitchen tap, no, not my Dad, not the guy who didn't really want another cat...
Slurp!!
Whaaaattttt??????