I've had 4 cats in my life and they were all strays.

First one was wandering around in the middle of the road at my grandma's house.  She must have only been a month old.  My aunt said that the owners lived across the street and just let all their cats run around outside. So she told us to take her.  We named her Chica and she lived until she was 13.


The second one was the sister of the first.  She lived with my grandmother for a couple of months, but since me and my brother were fighting over Chica, we took her home too. We named her Fifi and she died last year at the old age of 19! smiley: eek


The third one was a big fluffy male kitty that was wandering around our house in the middle of winter.  We named him White Socks, but never called him that.  My Mom always called him Baby Kitty so that's what he thought his name was. He died around the age of 7.  Not very long.smiley: frown


The fourth and last one was a stray that was living outside of my Mom's friend house. We named her Sadie and have had her for just over a year.  We're thinking about adopting a kitten soon, but we don't know how she'll handle it.