CT had a hard start.  She was the runt of the litter, but her personality and intelligence far outweighed her size.

She was always thinking and telling everybody what to do and how to do it, animal and humans alike.

At dinner she would try to trade a toy for my food.  She would put her toy on the table and push it closer and closer to my dish.  I told her no way was I going to trade my dinner for her toy, so she got her bone and put it on the table and kept pushing it closer to my dish. 

With each push she would look at me -- she thought it was a good trade!  Every time I cooked something in the oven she would run over and look in, you would think that she was doing the cooking.  I often called her Julia Child.