Is there an inanimate object in your residence that either has a mind of its own or seems to have one? ~

Yes, my refrigerator.  It literally talks and sings (I think it may be haunted by the ghost of leftovers past).

My Lazy Boy Lounger?  It asked me to marry it.  I'm thinking about it, but if I do?  I'll have to quit my job and we both will be out on the street.

It's a sad state of affairs because it just doesn't understand and is very upset with me.  It thinks I just use it.  

My keys like to hide on me.