Yes, I know -- we also had dogs called Sloopy and Fred the Croyd. This is what happens when you ask the kids, "what will we call the new pet?"
Ravenswood was weird. He climbed up Dads' pants leg at breakfast one morning and got stuck around the kneecap, which wasn't a whole lot of fun for Dad but had us kids in hysterics.
Also, he would climb up on top of doors and jump down on you when you walked into the room, with his claws out to make sure he got a good grip on your head and shoulders and didn't just fall to the ground.
My sister adopted an all-white cat called Kimba when she got older. He was HUGE and WHITE, and mesmerised a visitor to the house.
"Wow." he said. "I've got a cat just like that at home. Only mine's black."
I had a patchwork cat once. She was grey and marmalade and white in patches, really pretty but quite mad. Hence her name -- Mad Cat. I swear, I saw her jump up the wall and bite the light switch one time, before sauntering casually away.
I also had a HUGE WHITE cat (are we seeing a pattern here?) called Molly, named when I thought he was a girl cat.
Molly should have been named Scarface Claw, because he was so scary he used to catch and kill crows. And I saw a blue heeler, a renowned cat killer, creep away from him one time, too scared to front him.
A good cat, one with character, is worth its' weight in catmint. Especially if you have a video camera and know how to load videos to YouTube!
I miss having a cat, but with our greyhound, we can't take the risk. Her prey drive is very strong and she's just too quick.
Unless we could find another Molly, of course.