Heh. Well, I don't need more either! I'm already having screaming fits about the one I inherited last year. Bastard keeps starting fights with the other cats, and getting up on the counters, and stealing my food--off my plate while I'm eating it!
I caught him on the counter this morning and dunked 'is sorry butt in the sink. Which probably just means he'll be on the stove instead of the counter tonight.