Back when I worked at the theatre (yes that's theatre with an 're'), a coworker discovered she was expecting twins. We were all super happy for her. One day on a stop into our cluster of cubicles she was bemoaning the cost of childcare (especially for multiple kids). She had us all cracking up with her solution to leave the babies in the care of her surly male cat, named Jean Pierre*. Jean Pierre had a reputation amongst those who had cat-sat for him as being sly, moody and very picky about his people. I could just picture him, taking her kids out for a stroll smoking his French cat cigarettes, and wishing he were in Paris.
*names have been changed to protect the innocent.