Pouncer: Jen L was his foster mommy. Gary offered the name of his beloved RB Pouncer. The name fit and stayed.

Harry: He was found in the yard of an old couple. The guy's name was Harold. Harry came to me as a foster with the name spelled Harrie. I tried to adopt him out, and when the adoption fell through, hubby announced that he wanted Harry to stay. By then, I was so used to calling him Harry, so his name stuck.

Abby: Was found with Harry. The old lady's name was Evelyn. She was called Evie and hubby thought I was saying Abby. Abby fit her bteer so it stayed. I took her to a couple adoption events and cried my eyes out each time someone looked at her. She stayed.

Flutter: She was yet another foster who came to me with her name. I HATED it (still fon't like the name) because it was mocking her disability -- her little half leg stuck out and fluttered as she walked. We had the leg amputated, but by then the name stuck. I call her a hundred names other than Flutter. Butter, BeeGee (Butter Girl) Madame ButterBy. And so on

Mikey: I found him while walking Callie. He came up to us and headbumped Callie (the absolutely CRAZY and hyper dog, so you have to understand how utterly amazing that action had to be!) The guy at the apartment building told me Mikey was left behind and that his name was Mikey. He answered to it, so it stuck.

Trixie: She was a Tricky little magician/escape arftist. I'd find her in drawers and cabinets that I opened for 5 whole seconds. I'd find her OUT of cages and rooms I locked her in. Trixie performed tricks.

Mystic: My little mystery boy. Quiet and hesitant and watchful. He's definitely lived up to his name.