This is Homey. He was a homeless old barn cat a few months ago. He starting lurking around looking for leftovers but he'd run away if you even looked at him funny. So my wife of course started feeding him and gradually tamed him and he's a big sucky baby now. Not allowed in the house but he sleeps in my shop in return his mousing services. I started calling him old Homeless at first, then it somehow became old Homer, then my wife started calling him Homey. So that's who he is. He is as stone deaf as stone deaf gets. Not good at picking up vibrations either. My Eagle huffer powers on like a 426 Hemi and runs almost as noisy. Makes the floor hum too but Homey never blinks an eye when it starts and runs. He's easy to sneak up on. I have to let him see me coming or he ends up hanging from the ceiling by his claws like Sylvester. Ok that's obviously BS but his reaction if I startle him indicates if he was a cartoon cat that's what he'd be doing.