Now that I've got your attention....
I've been a cat owner pretty much my entire life. I just love the little guys. A few years ago I was in a cat-free period of my life (or should I say cat-deficient period?), when one of my best friends found this very friendly cat roaming the parking lot of her building. She already had 2 cats at home, but fell in love with the little guy and brought him home with her. She left signs for "found cat" in local shops, and local vet offices, but nobody ever came to claim him.
A few weeks in and the cat started to gain some weight. A LOT of weight. Mostly around his belly. My friend got concerned, and took him to the vet. The vet told her that he was actually a she, and heavily pregnant. Not much later my friend's house went from a 2-cat home to an 11-cat home. She contacted all of her friends, and found good homes for most of the kittens, keeping 2 for herself.
I took in 2 of them. The ginger twins. Two female orange tabbies, which I eventually found out is quite a rare occurrence as the majority of orange tabbies are males. The first weekend after I got them, I took them to the vet. The clerk asked me for their names. I had not idea. Hadn't really thought about it much since they were still very shy, and I wasn't familiar enough with their personalities to name them. But the vets offices needed their names to start their files. So I decided to go with catwomen. Eartha Kitten was too corny, and I couldn't remember the names for Julie Newmar or Lee Meriwether. So Halle Berry and Michelle Pfeiffer it was.
And yes, we sleep together. And a little-known fact: Halle Berry and Michelle Pfeiffer both snore and drool in their sleep.
