I am sure my parents have a food fetish.  First there was Pum-kin, the all white cat who bosses everyone around, then there was Apple, then Mr. Peaches, and now Daddy calls me "Peanut".  What's up with that?  I might be small and cute but I don't look like a peanut; Do I?  Oh well, as long as he takes me out to piddle and play, and lets me snuggle with him, I guess I won't complain.