Maybe he could be a correspondent here. Breaking Cat News
Obviously, she’s fenced them. Is her lifestyle showing signs of unexplained income–fresh trout for dinner instead of canned glop, sleeping on designer pillows, that sort of thing?
Ziva would be a woman of leisure, counting on the kindness of others to ensure she was fed and always had a quiet, comfy place to recline and watch the world go by.
Taz, on the other hand, would be a rather hapless spy. He’s always checking things out, poking around seeing what’s going on, but subtlety isn’t one of his strong suits. Almost a feline Maxwell Smart.
Our only girl cat is the Queen of the World. She would, therefore, wind up as senior management somewhere.
Our older boy cat is beautiful and deeply neurotic and terrified of Strangers*, clearly he’s Greta Garbo.
Our younger boy cat is quite probably unemployable. He’s. . . let’s call him “challenged”, shall we? Cute, so cute - and fluffy! But. . . challenged. This is the cat who took several years to learn to poop correctly. You don’t know what entertainment is until you’re trying to corner a cat who is tearing madly around the house in mortal fear of his own ass because he has tried to poop and now his poop is chasing him. CHASING HIM! :eek:
*Strangers being defined as “any person he isn’t relatively certain will give him some combination of loves and delicious, delicious snacks”. Also includes as Strangers sounds such as the doorbell and household appliances such as the vacuum.
Charlie would be the dad from Calvin and Hobbes. Some sort of 9-5 job that supports the family and pays the bills. On the evenings and weekends, he’d go off on the occasional adventure and be amazingly patient with the kids.
Linus would suffer from a range of social anxieties and would be constantly getting suckered by work from home scams and MLM schemes. Fortunately, he doesn’t mind living in someone else’s basement.
The same thing she does now, probably. Find a man to support her and coast on her good looks.
Cat1 would be an athlete - lean, athletic, on the move
Cat2 would be a tin foil hat conspiracy theorist - he already suspects us of being aliens that will do something hideous to him if he turns his back - job? hack writer
Cat3 beach bum, Jimmy Buffet style. give him some space to lay out and take the rays
My cat would hold a string of minimum wage-jobs for short periods before calling out too many times, getting fired, and moving on to the next one. He would have a prescription for anxiety medication that he couldn’t afford most of the time and would become co-dependent with someone else. He would be a complete doormat to them.
Gravity tester.
My cat wouldn’t work, he’d be on Welfare.
Hailey would have been a nurse. She was very good at making sure my mother took her medications on time.
Toby would have been a middle-manager or something. Possibly of a taxi company. He was very good at reading a clock.
Jack would have been a garbage man, the one who drives the truck, not the one who hops out to empty the cans. He’s content to sit and watch everyone else do whatever needs to be done.
Sam would have been a pastor, or a Scout leader (maybe both). He’s always the mediator with the others.
Kate would have been a preschool teacher. She loves nothing more than to be surrounded by kids. Loves them.
Pip would have been your chubby friend who always got you into trouble, but not illegal trouble–just the stuff that would get you scolded. You’d still be friends with him, regardless of how pissed you were, because…well, he’s Pip.
Have all you guys forgotten Rule Number 1? Where are the photos?
This sounds like what my Nemo would be excellent at, as a human! 
Not exactly. But I have identified my cats’ personality quirks in some of the humans I know. It made the task a quick one.
Girl cat-local TV anchor. She’s not smart enough to actually do any investigating but she is excellent at looking pretty while telling you everything that’s going on.
Boy cat-Definitely that weird brilliant scientist that hides away from society and is either inventing something brilliant or building pipe bombs in his basement. (I actually caught him walking around with a screw in his mouth once. I’m not sure what he unscrewed but I’m just waiting for something to fall apart).
My old cat Hector would be the finest psychotic assassin for the New World Order. Heck, I even made comics about it:
http://stripgenerator.com/booklet/79/nwo-classic-hits/page/2/
Mattress tester.