Well my name is rather unique isn't it? Let me tell you the story behind it.  See, my human mom didn't quite like cats before she met me.  She'd had some nasty expierences with some naughty felines.  But I was following her neighbor's son and his friends down the street when I was really really little.  In fact, I probably wandered away from my furry mom a little too soon, I was maybe even a runt.  I was so tiny and skinny and malnourished! Well my mom gave me some milk because she couldn't find any tuna.  Of course, she didn't let me inside.  I think she was afraid her big dog, Gypsie would eat me or something.  I occasionally hear her tell stories about how Gypsie used to do that to other cats.  Well I wandered away from her but went back because I liked this lady.  So, she went and got me kitten food to put out for me.  I think she was trying to find me a home because she'd take pictures and stuff.  She never did though because there were so many other kittens like me who had no homes.  Well her sister, my auntie, was visiting all the way from California! So she brought me in once or twice to see how Gypsie would react and because she thought I was cute.  But mom, well, she just kept kicking me back out.  Well one day she came home and I ran right past her feet into her house and hid under her bed and wouldn't come out.  Next thing I know, there's this box with sand that she puts me into.  I used it, but don't very often anymore.  Then she puts this thing around my neck and it had some jingly thing on it and a round disc.  Well I learned my name was Ms.Demeanor.  I didn't know what that meant.  But apparantly I was going to be named Felony, but mom realized that tresspassing (which is obviously what I did) wasn't a felony, but it was a misdemeanor.  And that's how I got my name.  Now, I've learned to use the doggy door and go in and out as I please.  I have this big huge cat tree I can get ontop of if I get tired of my doggy siblings.  My mommy spoils me rotten!