Likes to sleep on top of the bird cage, which is covered at night. I can't figure out why, since he's got a couch, an armchair, a cat bed, my bed, carpet and other spots to sleep. Daniel says he just hopes Pell tries to slip out one night and then "WHOOMP!"
Will eat anything (except lilies, apparently). Really likes popcorn and French fries, which yes, he is no longer getting access to.
Has a thing for skirts, robes, sheets, capes and anything drape-y. Can't tell you how many times he's come up to me and attacked my skirt or gone after a coat draped over a chair. Likes fabric as much as he likes string, and he looooves string.
Loves string so much that he does acrobatics to try and grab my dental floss out of my mouth.
His favorite place to be is anywhere on my body within 6 inch. of my mouth. He'll lie on my side, chest, or back... and of course right on my face, and purr so loud and hard it turns into this high-pitched fan sound. Often this is a sign of both contentment and a "Feed me!" signal.
He is not a big meower by any means. He bleats like a goat when you pick him up and he doesn't want you to, or when something happens he doesnt' like, but he doesn't meow.
When he does meow, he has a whole routine, like last night, when I closed a door on him. He strutted back and forth making a series of high-pitched whirring sounds punctuated by plaintive yowls. It was too cute.
He's the only cat (or dog) I know who attacks shadows, including his own shadow. He goes crazy, jumping on the door, walls, the floor, cabinets, any time he sees any significant shadow. He even attacks a shadow in favor of the actual object, i.e. going after the shadow of Luckie's tail, not her actual tail. Needless to say, I play shadow puppets with him.
He sees his reflection in the shiny black front of my dishwasher and tries to attack himself -- by pawing the front and doing a vertifcal dog-paddle. He'd done this for up to a minute at a time before realizing futility. And then does it again an hour later.
Doesn't have any inclination to hide -- unlike Luckie who's always hidden under furniture, slept under my blankets, crammed behind things, gone in the closet, used a cat hut, etc. He prefers just hanging out in the open. If I try and put him somewhere enclosed, he flees immediately.
TBC, if I think of any more...