Meet Pixel. Demon Spawn and Evil Monkey. He is the Cat Who Walks Through Walls (and he did, too!). His energetic, psychotic nature made us dub him Our Little Crack Baby.

He's an incredibly cool cat who's been part of our household for over three years. Only occasionally is he a cuddle-cat. He's aloof and regal. When he chooses a spot to relax in, he really captures the area with a sort of charismatic aura. I think he's in direct communication with aliens.

When I work at the computer, he perches on the top of the chair behind me and watches the screen. He'd really prefer to sit on the monitor, but we've nearly broken him of that habit. He follows every keystroke, every mouse click, every cursor movement. His intense concentration sometimes leaves me a little paranoid. Did he pay a little too much attention when I entered my password?

He doesn't come when called; he will show up if you rattle his treat tin. Sometimes when you say "Pixel," he deliberately turns away. That's how we know he knows his name.

He doesn't care for toys. His favorite plaything is human flesh. He's a biter.

He doesn't do tricks. He won't chase the rubber mouse or miaou for his treats. He did, on his own, start jumping to open doortops. With much coaxing, he will repeat this act for you, but know that this is not a trick. He does it because he feels like it.

He doesn't paint, but he does play piano. He employs a very modern, classical style. It puts one in mind of some of the Russian composers.

And that's about all we know.