(as an aside, Enzo didn't name kitties, but rather described them - at one point he had mom cat, yellow cat, older black kitty, black kitty and itty bitty black kitty- this one is none of those, currently we have black kitty and yellow kitty, both are long hair maine coone ish)
Anyone who enters our apt is always treated to the black kitty show. She jumps up on the table and starts strutting around like "hi there, aren't I pretty? Don't you want to give me treats? I like treats. They're right here...." then will paw the treat bag, paw your arm, cock her head, paw the treats, pulling them closer to you etc etc etc. Seriously a treat whore. She will approach me at my chair and paw at my leg, paw the drawer where the treats are, same deal.
So, imagine my surprise when I brought home a new bag of temptations treats (she really likes all versions of them, well...) a new version, called tenderfulls or something like that. I gave her a couple, she sniffed, tried to grab one, spit it out, then went back to me with "um, I asked for TREATS. I don't know what horrible thing you gave me was, but it wasn't TREATS."
A lesson I learned from Enzo was "if you have a story to tell, call the company - you might even get some freebies". so I did. I had the woman on the phone in stitches with description of black kitties antics, and yep, she's going to send me a coupon for free treats. in the meantime, there's other folks in the building who own cats and they'll get a nearly full bag of treats.