Breed: Orange Tabby

Toffles arrived at my house about a week or two after our neighbors had moved away. They took his mother and siblings, but apparently didn't feel like waiting around to take him with them, or else just forgot about him, and he had been living off of scraps and other cats' food for a while until he finally followed my dogs in through our doggy-door, ate all of my mom's cat's food out of her bowl, then curled up on my bed and went to sleep.

We thought he was a girl for half a year, and some cat-obsessed woman even told us that 'she' was probably pregnant if 'she' had been roaming around the neighborhood.

As it turned out, once we took 'her' to the vet, I really didn't need to worry about 'her' having a microchip and getting taken away from me.

Instead, the vet gave me a quizzical look and said, "Someone told you that Toffles is probably pregnant? Well, that's impossible." "Why? Is she already fixed?" "Well, yes, actually, but 'she' is also a male."

I must have sat there a full thirty seconds with my jaw on the floor, and my 'little princess' takes this very opprotunity to turn and glance at me with this /abnormally/ sarcastic expression on his face, all the while dressed up in a pink collar and matching tutu-ruff around his neck, like "Well, it's /about time/ someone told her." xDDD

Ever since, little Toffy has still worn his pink collar with pride, and to this day, he's still my little princess. XD He's the sweetest and most easy-going cat I have ever met. At fifteen pounds, he doesn't even bother to fight back, even to defend himself from other cats or dogs, and even six-pound Sebastian, the jack russel terrier/chihuahua mix, can easily beat him up.

Breed: Tortoise Shell Calico

Cinder was purchased at a yardsale. I had originally went to the fairground sale with my mom in the hopes of picking up a few neat trinkets, and instead came home with a new kitten.

The people selling her said they had found an entire litter that was abandoned by their mother. She was one the second-smallest, and the only Tortie. The rest were all Orange and Gray tabbies, along with a black and white shorthair and a gray and white longhair.

It was later this day that I originally injured my ankle which would eventually need surgery, and slightly because of this little girl.

No, I didn't trip on her -- I was trying to chase down my friend's beagles once they had gotten out of her house, and upon slipping off of a curb in the process, tried to avoid landing on the tiny kitten in my arm and managed to twist it halfway around -- still, little Cinny remained unharmed.

It took her a total of nine months before I could coax her out of my room, and now she still doesn't leave the house, even though she has full ability to.

This cat is the most lovable, affectionate and sweetest animal you will ever find -- until you get her angry. It usually takes a lot, but once you manage to tick her off, you wouldn't know she's a tame cat. Her temper is unrivaled, even by Emerald, my mom's cat who is outright satanic. Still, despite the occasional outbursts, Cinder is an absolutely shy little lovebug. XD

Breed: Blue or Seal(?) Tabby-Point Siamese

Trinity was adopted shortly after I got Cinder. I hadn't even planned on getting another cat, but once I found this little Tabby-Point Siamese, I couldn't turn her away. It took us several hours after bathing and brushing her, just to get off the mass amounts of fleas with tweezers. We plucked off and killed over a hundred and fifty -- she was covered, and extremely weak and frail from the blood loss and lack of food over the days she had to fend for herself.

By the time she was beginning to feel better after being fattened up and cared for, her true personality began to show more, and that was about the time it took her and her 'big sister' Cinder to become best friends, shortly before she got over her fear of most other cats.

It is because of Trinny that Cinder will even leave my room at all. They are very close to the same age, and although Trinity is far more outgoing than her smaller, heavier and shyer sister, the two couldn't be closer. They love to chase each other around my room and have play-arguments over the catnip toys.