One, Shredder, by name and temperment.
Just after I had moved into my house in Oct.'95, I was working in the garage on a cold and rainy day. Two little girls came up with a soaked bedraggled ball of fur and asked if it was my kitten. I said no it isn't and they said it was on my front porch.So he ended up staying and bonding with me through the winter.
Got his name from flaying the skin off my hands while "playing" and from what he would do to the newspapers as I finished reading them.
Now weighs about 14 pounds and hates it when I put him in jail twice a year while I go off to my music festival.