Two cats live in this house.
One is a large black one named "Bones" - because most of his were broken when he was hit by a car (before I got him!) Some kind-hearted person found him on the road and got him to an even kinder-hearted veterinarian, who treated him for months, knowing nobody was ever going to pay the bills. When he was almost better (after 2 months in more-or-less a body cast) I somehow ended up with him.
The other is an even larger (close to twenty pounds!) orange tabby that happened along to the same vet clinic while Bones was still in their care. He was also hit by a car, but not hurt badly. The clinic named him "Pumpkin", but I refused to live with a cat named Pumpkin, so we settled on "Jack" - as in "O-Lantern".
They've been ruling the house for the last six years. Being orange and black, they're all I need for Halloween decorations. And they make the dogs behave while I'm gone - even the 120 pound Lab/Dane.
Someone once said cats own the houses; the people just make the mortgage payments.