Freida. Zelda and Frodo, littermates, both of whom died young, tragic deaths, Sadie - a fine country girl of a calico, Lucy (very prissy an inherited cate and mother to Zelda and Frodo before my older sis had the money to get her spayed), P'tui - he arrived in a shoebox from a festival in Ohio, brought by my younger sis and room mate soon after Zelda and Frodo died. A very small, upset kitten foundling who did not relish the long drive. He was spitting and hissing like a wildcat but is still the cat I loved the most. Gentled nicely, loved to stretch out on his back and be gently stroked on his belly from chin to thigh. Also had ythe unfortunate habit of jumping on my chest every morning, promptly at 6:00am, put his nose against mind, and purr loudly to announce it was breakfest time.   Beavo - an inherited cat when I took over an apartment from a friend who went to prison - Maine Coon with amazing green eyes who would jump up in your lap, demand to be petted, then bite hard when she was done with all that foolishness. Henry, a man about town even though neutered young. And finally, Stella. Bottle raised and named by my son when he was in his latency years. A very demanding and independent little b*tch of a cat who truly knew she was the queen of the house. She stayed with hubby post divorce 10 years ago and I still occasionally keep her when he travels. Have to admire her imperious attitude.

Dog and catless for the past 10 years. Occasionally tempted, but finding taking care of ex's and son's cats and dogs,or my neighbor's dog on the occasional weekend has many of the benefits and few of the hassles, and is enough of a fix for me at this time in my life.