My housemates in Melbourne had three moggies: Man-Ray, Miro and Evie, otherwise known as the Mauler, the Brawler and the Queen of Destruction respectively.
It was not uncommon to find the bathroom covered with feathers, and Manny sitting right in the middle of it, with a bird in his mouth and a "is there a problem, officer?" look on his face.
Miro, having been the runt of the litter, would go out to pick fights with every cat in the neighbourhood. I suspect that if he were left in a room alone, he'd beat himself up.
Evie, also known as the Preen Queen, never quite got the hang of that idea that if you pushed against something, chances are that it will fall over.
I'm thinking of getting either a Burmese or Tonkinese when I get back to Melbourne. They're really laid-back.
I see care bear's a fan of Joan as well!
meow ~ meow