Our fat cat, a handsome old Maine Coon, is the alpha cat in this household. He's the middle child, but he is so sure of himself and his place in the world that it just naturally falls to him to keep order around the place.
Because he's such a capable cat, and because I also wanted to keep our names off junk mail wherever possible, I usually put magazine subscriptions in his name (cheers to you if you can pinpoint the origins of his name, you 80s fiend!), and he also maintains an email account so he can deal with less personal items of business.
The cats do get real mail upon occasion, but both the name and the email address really come in handy for instantly spotting pieces of mail that are solicitations. This weekend our cat received a highly presumptuous but tremendously entertaining letter from AARP, the senior citizen organization which not only enclosed a letter and a bill, but also a plastic membership card with his name printed on it.
Exciting, yes? It was for us, anyway. He doesn't seem to think very much of it.