In my early teens, my family and I visited our local Humane Society. We were looking for a dog, however my younger brother and I met two kittens that we just fell in love with.

My kitten, a big orange tiger cat, had the coolest, calmest eyes. Bold orange stripes criss-crossed his long lanky frame, and yellow-green eyes peered out from under half closed lids. Tigger became his name, since I was worried that if we named him Tiger, he would begin to pounce with real intent.

Tigger was always into something as a small kitten. He would frequently worm his way under our bathroom door, and join me in the shower. I’ll never forget the day he realized he was too big to fit under the door any longer. more…

I love my cat. She can be the sweetest most loving little creature in the world! She lays by my feet at night and I can hear her purr and it puts me in a wonderful mood.

She is very smart and comes running to me whenever she hears me open the cabinet with her food inside. That cabinet has a certain little squeak that I can barely hear! Her name is Bumpy!

My son names her on the day we got her. He was 5 that day. We heard a knock at the door. One of the neighborhood children had this sweet tiny little kitten in his arms and told us that she didn’t have a home and if we wanted her. I never had a cat before in my life and at one point I was very allergic to cats. more…

My cat’s name is Cricket. He is a small tabby with a lot of energy. How Cricket came to our house is a sad one. My boyfriend’s friend died in a car crash a while back and Cricket was left without a home.

We wanted to get a cat anyways, and we figured that taking him in would have special meaning. A time lapsed between us actually adopting him and his friend’s passing.

He was left outside most of the time and acquired fleas and ear mites. We had to fight the critters pretty hard to get rid of them.

Cricket has seemed a lot happier since he’s not getting bitten all the time. He seems to sleep all day, but gets very hyper active in the evenings and early morning. He’s become our natural alarm clock…one that pounces on your face! more…

Aloysius, the cat, was my loyal companion from November 1986 to January 2006. I found him in a pet store at the local mall. His beautiful solid white coat and mismatched blue and green eyes melted my heart, and I begged my husband to let me take him home.

It took a lot of begging, and it was well worth it. “Wishy” didn’t seem very smart, but he did prove himself to be cunning. Most days I would come home from work to find one of the drawers open in my bedroom chest.

I knew that I had not gone out for the day and left it open, yet it kept happening over and over. It was always the same drawer - the one where I kept my lingerie. more…

Well I found my cat one day when my girlfriend and I were walking up to the corner store. I told the women out side that he was a pretty cat and she said do you want him.

I said ohh you are getting rid of him she said let me go ask my son and he came out and told him if I wanted him to pick him up and take him home don’t stand around with him so I took him home and the next day I went and got his litter and stuff he needed.

My boyfriend came home and fell in love with him. His name is Snowie and he was already named that because he is pure white. He is def lazy and loves to lie in the window and sleep or sleep in my tub. more…

I have a black cat named Edgar. He’s about 3 years old now, and we’ve had him for about two years. We found Edgar at a local animal shelter where we get all our cats. He’s a black American shorthair.

We do not know if he is a purebred or not. The animal shelter found him on the streets and rescued him. When we went to the animal shelter, they have a room where they keep all the cats and kittens.

There the kittens and cats are let out of their cages so that people can interact with them. When we entered the room and sat down on the floor, a small black cat came up to me almost instantly. We bonded quickly. more…

My last addition to our cat family is Marmite, he is a pure black domestic shorthair. He is the son of my cat Toots she had a litter of all boys, 4 black shorthaired and one fluffy ginger boy.

I called Marmite his name because when he was about 5 weeks old I was eating Marmite on toast and he tried to steal it and I sat there feeding him the rest of my piece of toast. He is 6 months old now and a real mummy’s boy he loves to be where ever I am even coming in the bathroom with me.

He likes to sit with me while I am using the computer either laying on my arm, which is annoying when I am trying to type or if I keep putting him on the floor he will jump up on my shoulder and go to sleep. more…

I actually have two cats. The female is named Nila and she came from one of my daughter’s friends. She is named after a character from an Anne Rice novel and the name means “the spirit of the Nile”. She is the older of the two cats.

The other cat is a male and his name is Horus. He was named after the ancient Egyptian god with the falcon head. He does think he is a god. He has managed to achieve the weight of 17 pounds although I think he lost some weight this summer.

Both cats know when it’s time for food. There is no sleeping in for me. Nila often settles herself on top of me and takes a nap. Horus has figured out that I’ll wake up if he rattles the blinds. more…

My cat’s name was Misha, I always liked that name so I called her like that, we met many years ago, and I was scared of cats. She was a street cat and she tried to get inside our house no matter what I would do: close the windows and everything because I didn’t wanted her inside my house.

One time we had mice in our house and we heard in the backyard Misha making noises, she captured the mouse very happy and proud like showing us she was a good cat , like saying “See what I can do? Adopt me please” but still we didn’t pay attention to her so much, until we noticed she was pregnant. more…

I adopted my cat Skitter from my veterinarian. He had been at the clinic for several months and they needed to find a home for him. He was 18 months old when I got him.

He is black and white domestic shorthair and weighs approximately 14 pounds. When I first brought him home he was a little skittish so we named him Skitter.

Another good name for him would be Slinky. When he is frightened he slinks along the floor/ground and if he gets really scared he runs straight for his food dish! When he’s not being afraid he is limp as a dish rag. more…