This is my daughter's cat, James Sawyer. We discovered his last name when he ran out into the street and my daughter, then about 7, put her hands on her hips and yelled, "JAMES SAWYER!! YOU COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!" Our last name is not Sawyer. We still don't quite get it. James loves olives. He must have some salt deficiency, or maybe he's just nuts. After he eats one, he will roll in the spot where it was, like it was catnip. He will even brave a glass of gin, if he has to. . .