My cats' name is Oreo! We named her that because, her back, stomach and head are black, but her neck is white!  We found Oreo when she was about 5 and she was a nasty thing that only liked my father and me, but when we turned her into an inside cat she became very affectionate. This cat is the storngest animal you would ever see.  I mean, Oreo could get hit by a truck and wave to the driver as he went by.  Samantha Soper

APRIL'S CAT

My boyfriend and I adopted our cat 2 years ago at the shelter.  She is a very large cat.  That's why we fell in love with her at first sight.  The name on her cage was Fat Cat.  Because she weighs 26 pounds!  But we couldn't call her that.  So we were thinking of names and we started calling her Fatty and she seemed to respond so we kept it!  Every time we say Fatty she comes waddling our way!  It's the cutest thing in the world.  Thank you.  April Stucchi

TY'S CAT

 

JESSICA'S CATS

I have three cats and the names they have are purrfect for them.  The first cat I rescued was a little tiny one pound calico with large green eyes and small ears.  Her small ears make her eyes appear even larger and with her calico coloring, she looks alot like an Ewok for Star Wars.  So, when I brought her home, I named her Wicket after one of the Ewoks.  Now, this name fits her even better than I could of imagined.  She is so rambunctious and sneaky that sometimes we call her Wicked instead.  The second cat I rescued is a solid black kitten with a small white patch on her belly.  She was rescued from a shelter, and therefore had behavioral problems for the first few months that I had her.  On the way home from the shelter, my mother asked me what I was going to name her and the name Syria just came to mind.  This name suits her well first of all because of the exotic look about her and also because she is so shy and never wants to play that we sometimes call her Serious.
The last cat I got I have only had for a few weeks, but I can tell her name is just right for her too.  She is a white three-month old with black spots all over her.  When we bought her from the SPCA, the lady said no one wanted because she scratched everyone who picked her up.  But I had to have her.  On the way home, we named her Echo.  This name is purrfect because she "echos" everything Wicket does.  They chase each other around the house, get in trouble, knock over plants and try to get in the fish tank together.  You are right in saying that cats already have names, you just have to wait until they tell you what it is.  Jessica Neumann

 

BARRY'S CATS

Where to start?

A long time ago, in a house far, far away.....well, not too far away..just about a mile away, really.. quite close in fact..
We decided it was time for some feline company in the house. Our son was 6 months from emergence and we felt that a settled cat around the place would be good.  Hie we off to the Cat Samaritans (A very worthy UK group who places cats) and we leave with a very small British Shorthair MOGGIE. Brown, Black, White, Cream, Grey.  Get him home, and for the first two days he would come out to eat and then retire to my car-wash bucket.  Bucket lived to be 18, finally succumbing to liver failure.
After that, we decided that a house without a cat is no house at all. A Burmese cross arrived. Dainty (except in defence of her domain), Elegant (except when she thought no one was watching) Well behaved (except when the food bowl has been filled) and Even-tempered (except when in the company of any other living thing), we called her Lady.  Lady was very hairy, with a redhead's temper...Anyway, we had her neutered (part of the deal with the Cat Samaritans) and the vets had to shave her...all down one side. She looked like a billboard for a few days...all gorgeous fur on one side and skinny naked cat on the other. We tried very hard not to laugh.
Along with Lady, we acquired 3 British Short Hair kittens. Now.. we never intended to have 3. We were after, at most, one other. These three kittens were black. Not slightly black. Not a very dark blue or brown. Black. 9 weeks old and most evidently a family.  Mungo-Jerrie, Rumpleteaser and Rum-Tum-Tugger have caused much enjoyment and an incredible amount of havoc.
Lady, evidently deciding that enough was enough, went to live at a neighbour's.  Rum-Tum-Tugger and Mungo-Jerrie (being both males) decided that there was no room for both of them in our house and Rum-Tum-Tugger also went a few houses away. Rumpleteaser, being female and therefore possessed of great good sense, learned to talk.  She will only talk to me, however, limiting her vocabulary to the usual noises when addressing anyone else. She can say "Hello" and "Bowl" which is just about enough for her to get what she wants..petting and feeding.  Regards, BAzz (Barry Freeman) 

 

MARLA'S CATS