I sometimes amuse myself by thinking what sort of person my cat, Enid, would be if she were human.
I think Enid would be a middle-aged lady, well-dressed and firmly girdled, and still certain of the power of her good looks. She’d have such charming manners that people would forgive her an explosive temper. She would have nerves of steel, but, unfortunately, absolutely no sense of humor.
So what kind of person would your pet be?
Catrandom
If my cat were a person, it would probably be the village idiot. I mean, just how many times does she have to run head first into the glass patio door before she realizes that she can’t get out that way?
Hmm…interesting question. Inigo is nonchalant, relaxed, mellow, playful, and very affectionate. He’s also huge at a solid 15lbs. Hmm. I’m thinking he’d be the somewhat dopey, but thoroughly lovable, “Mongo” (a name I considered for him) type fellow…tall, beefy, not-too-bright, but sweet and endearing. Maybe a defensive tackle. 
My Ladybug (lab mix) would be the girl that’s pretty, but doesn’t know it, but everyone likes her because she’s just so darned friendly and nice, they can’t help it.
Trouble, my elder cat, would be kind of Jack-Lemmon-in-Grumpy-Old-Men-ish, if you know what I mean. Cranky as hell, but with a big, soft, mushy heart inside.
Punkin, the young guy, would be the big, dumb sweetheart. You know, the one that’s everybody’s buddy, even though he could break them in half. Nothing bothers him.
Molly would be the Janeane Garofolo of cats. Smart, cute in a quirky way, and not taking any crap off anything or anybody, unless she just wanted to.
Good question, catrandom! (And interesting to see you here – I know you already from another cyberforum. You know, the one devoted to celery? )
Anyway, we name our pets after fictional characters and so tend to think of them in those terms. Miss Emily Kimberly was, of course, Dustin Hoffman’s schoolmarmish hospital administrator in Tootsie as well as the best springer spaniel we ever knew. Both Emilys were outstanding character actresses who could portray a wide range of emotions; our Emily did “sad” the best. Though to my knowledge, Hoffman’s Emily K. never killed a rat with her teeth.
If our shepherd/lab mix Scout had papers, she’d be Miss Jean Louise Finch of To Kill a Mockingbird fame. Poor thing, when we brought her home she didn’t quite have the hang of running and had a terrible time keeping up with her older “siblings.” (Her current long-legged easy lope gives her no trouble now, though.)
Emily’s spaniel successor, Miss Phyllis Potter, is named after Geena Davis’s character in the Bill Murray movie Quick Change, as well as after two departed Phils (one being Hartman). She’s only six months old and still in the stages of puppy insanity; we’re still trying to figure her out. She is definitely very smart. More later.
Oh, my 10 wk old Dicey would be a tomboy without a doubt. So far she is the most rough and tumble cat I’ve ever owned. She’s absolutely fearless and has taken on the neighbor’s dog and won.
Welcome! You’ll find that this board is almost as overrun with people in our line of work as that other forum 
And TroubleAgain, I had a cat just like your Trouble the cat. His name was Tig, with a tough exterior, all warm and mooshy inside. He lived to be 18. I’d think of Tig as one of those elderly men you see in the movies sitting on a porch complaining about everything, but always ready to help someone in trouble.
Catrandom
My shih-tzu is definitly bound to be british aristocracy. She always has to perch herself on anything that resembles a pillow. She also tells us that we are only to pay attention to her. She eats the most expensive dog food (that we can’t afford, but as my husband says “anything for the princess…”) and nothing else. She must always sleep on the bed, or at least have the option to. And the intrusion of my husband on HER bed has been almost too much for her delicate frail nerves.
:scarlett voice: “Butyou’ve had me three times longer than him”
She is very determined not to get her little white paws wet. She’ll hold her pee for over a day if she must, rather than go out in the rain. And on fall days she must sit out in the field with the breeze in her face for hours on end.
silly dog, no wonder we named her Katherine…
My cocker spaniel, Max, would be one of those spastic guys that is really enthusiastic and touchy and affectionate. He’d be really friendly with everyone and everyone would tell him how handsome he is.
Catrandom – your Enid is my mother!
Hubby and I were talking about this today, when we noticed that despite Boomer’s obvious need to pee, he didn’t want to go out in the rain. Light rain. Almost no rain, in fact. Like a fussy old lady who’s just had her hair done.
Ricky cat is Eunice, the Carol Burnett character from Mama’s Family. Ready to explode at any imagined slight, and sure that no one appreciates him. He’s usually his own worst enemy.
Micky cat is Cheers’ George Wendt, I think. Complacent, fat, easy-going, doesn’t expect much, comes to life with just a teeny bit of attention but is also happy to be left alone.
I can describe my two dogs Tina and Scruffy in four words.
Pinky and The Brain
If my pet were a person, they’d be dead. Drowning you know.
If my cat were a person, I’m pretty sure he’d be in jail. Or an asylum. He has zero respect for authority (me). 
“You get down off the table, sucker! Now shaddup, and scratch my head.”
Peace,
mangeorge
My dog Gina would definately be described as the Brain (of Pinky and the Brain). She is the smartest of our three Old English Sheepdogs and is constantly trying to get into places where she doesn’t belong when we’re not within sight. She will stay out of the kitchen when you’re sitting there, but as soon as you leave the room, she’ll be in there sniffing for crumbs
My cat would be the most lazy person on earth. All he does at present is sleep 20 hrs a day. His life is passing him by in his dreams.
We have a houseful of pets, Sam and Poushinka are dogs and Malachi, Paloma, and Hamish are the cats.
Malachi is an old man and can be very cantankerous, he doesn’t like change much. I can see him being very bitter about the neutering…
Poushinka would be a domineering old lady with a bad hip.
Sam is getting on too but doesn’t know he’s 70 in people years. If he was a person he would be one of those seniors who runs marathons and is liked by pretty well everyone.
Paloma, she is not particular when it comes to her affections so I see her as being a middle aged woman with quite a few marriages behind her.
Hamish is a teenager and has a lack of respect for authority, I can see him doing some time for his late night adventures.
If my cat, Raven were a human being (she’s already a person, thank you) . . .
She’d be a short, skinny broad with a bad habit of getting boozed up and picking fights in pool halls that she would invariably lose. She’d come home in the middle of the night with a new tattoo, bragging about how there was a new warrant out for her arrest. She’d sleep with anything male and then threaten them with death if they came near her again.
I suspect that she’d also chain smoke and talk in a gravelly “kiss my butt” voice.
But, at least she’d stop shedding on my bed.