It's "caturday": introducing VJ

Well, this little guy came from the SPCA, so maybe that explains his strange behavior. He acts like a dog sometimes -- carrying things around the house in his mouth, meowing in a way that sounds almost like a bark and hanging around with Cocoa. He also gets startled at nothing and chases after nothing. We wonder if our house is haunted and he's the only one who sees it.

He's technically Connie's cat, along with Milenko, but as with Milenko, we can't get him to California, so he stays here. I'm guessing that's a permanent arrangement now. She named him V.J., which is short for "Violent Jay," who is, I think, another rocker. I call him Jay or Jay-Bird.

He and the other two inside cats, Milenko and Tabby, don't really associate that much. In fact, it wasn't until just a few days ago that he climbed up on the top of the linen closet like the other two do. (We think he just found out he's a cat. We 're pretty sure the others told him when he came to live with us that he's a dog and isn't able to jump high. Hence his hanging out with Cocoa.) Most of the day, he sleeps on the back of the couch, and he's adorable.

But then, he's also louder and more obnoxious than an alarm clock. Every morning starting at about 5:00, he gets outside our bedroom door and meows -- sometimes getting his face down to the crack in the bottom so it sounds really loud -- and hitting the door knob. I think if we had the type of door that had a long handle stretching out horizontally, he'd be able to open it.

At Christmas, he kept climbing the tree, and when we took it down, he was traumatized for days. This is a video of him having a fit that his tree was gone.