Wellll, Pingu is a black and white cat that adopted us. It just started coming in, and none of the neighbours knew whose it was. Eventually she got her own bowl here, but she was still called cat.
Then it was Xmas. Picture the scene - friends and family having a drink in the living room. Xmas trinkets all over the place, including a little Penguin/Russian doll thing on the table. (Cat was still new then, and hadn't been introduced to everyone)
All of a sudden - pregnant sister in law starts having a 'seizure' on the settee - wildly pointing and gasping in the general direction of the door.
The cat, who is mainly black but has a little white bib, and white gloves on, was trying to open the door by sticking her paw under the gap and pawing at the door.
To the pregnant sister in law (girls brains shrink when pregnant, a well known fact) - she saw the black and white thing, and thought that the Penguin/Russian Doll had come to life, and was trying to hop out of the room.
Hence Pingu. Damn good job she didn't go into labour then and there !
Still give sis-in-law stick for thinking toys can come to life at Xmas though !