Okay. He's the oldest of the cats by ten years (he'll be sixteen in February), so I borrowed Elder Statescat from . . . oh dear. From someone, who may identify him/herself if s/he wishes. (Mind like a steel wossname.) Then, when he was a bit younger and less arthritic, he had a bad habit of jumping up to inspect the stove-top . . . and when a biped came in to find out what the bizarre noise was, he would freeze (generally half-in and half-out of a pot), staring at you with round yellow eyes: I'm a saucepan! I swear! So he became the Elder Saucepan.