We have a Charlie. He was Charlie at the shelter and we never got round to changing it. He is also known as Cat, Git, Twat of a Cat, Bastard, Pain in the Bum and Great Big Furry Thing.
He is huge, absolutely massive, hunts and leaves dead moles (and twice live moles) around the house, leaves random bits of rodent entrails under the dining room table for us to step on when we sit down for breakfast. He literally tore his cat flap apart when we locked him in after he had injured himself so we ended up with a huge hole in the door. He can get into any bin and regularly bin dives for food. You can't leave anything food related out as he will eat it. All cakes etc must go in a cupboard as if you just cover it he will knock the cover off and eat it. He's a fan of curd tarts and brioche apparently.