I got my first cat when I was six years old. She was a tabby-tortie shorthaired mutt-cat. She was stolen when I was about 9 or 10, which is, coincidentally, shortly before a million cats started showing up at our door. We took care of three of the neighborhood cats: a male ragdoll (who we called Buddy), an old giant female angora (who we called Giganticus), and a tiny female tortoiseshell mutt-cat (who we called Bitty). There were several more...mostly toms. Bitty mated with pretty much all of them and had four kittens in our house, each with a different father.

We kept two females. One was clearly a daughter of Buddy, so we named her...Buddy. And the other one, well, we don't know who her dad is, but she looks exactly like her mother except she's huger and fatter. We originally called her Mini-Me because she's probably an evil clone of her evil mother, but we eventually just called her Mimi.
Buddy is the nice cat. But she's afraid of everything.
Mimi is nice too... When there's tuna around. Or when it's cold and she wants to curl up in somebody's lap.
And my sister has a crazy little male orange tabby.
I'll post some pictures later. Right now I'm being yelled at.
