What we always said about our cats is that we got Saoirse first, and, like all cats, he's an alien, sent by the Mother Ship to observe human behavior. He was supposed to make weekly reports, but all he ever wanted to do is lay around and sleep all day.
So we got Sophie. And Saoirse looked at Sophie and said, "What the hell are you doing here?" and she's like, "I'm here to do the job you were supposed to be doing" and she proceeded to jump onto shelves so she could look down on us with disdain. And every few nights or so, she'd stare at the closet door and cry until we opened it, so that she could go in and upload her report to the Mother Ship.
Then when our daughter brought Denver home, this was a little orange tabby kitten, completely wild and uncontrollable. Sophie looked at him and said, "Hey, I'm providing regular reports. What are YOU doing here?"
And Denver says, "Me? I'm just here to fuck shit up!"