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It's been well-documented that our cats will immediately hurl themselves indiscriminately at the nearest lap -- indeed, they've both started squeezing themselves onto my lap at the same time, which is undeniably cute but really leaves you with a shortage of places to rest your book -- but, sometime soon after we adopted them, Sebastian decided that he was my cat and Garth decided that he owned Pete. As I fell asleep last night, I tried to think of similarities that might have led to this division:

Sebastian / Katie	HroÞgar / Peter
Pretty	Cute
Spends more time on hair	Less concerned with personal appearance
Needy	Crazy
Fickle (e.g., starving to death of hunger, crazy-eyed with need for food; five minutes later, decides time would be better spent sitting in the bathtub)	Easily distractible (e.g., ongoing attempt to capture own tail, sudden need to lick left shoulder right now)
Occasional problems wiping	Careens explosively around the apartment each morning after a really satisfying, stinky poo

(Okay, not really the last two.)

>(Okay, not really the last two.)

Whew! I was going to say... TMI! :)