Well let's see...
Glacier came first and I crawled under a deck to get him. His momma had given birth under a friend's deck and she didn't know what to do with him and his littermates. She kept the momma and I found homes for the other three kittens.

Pete was next. I am a social worker and he came from foster parents I used to work with. His momma was a barn cat who just disappeared one day--as barn cats are prone to. Pete was only three weeks old. I had wanted one of the kittens, but never planned on taking him that early.

Dominique was found wandering a busy street by a teenager I worked with. She lived in a group home and couldn't keep the kitten. I said I would find her a home and just kept her!

Ivy came from our local humane society when she was about a year old. She had been adopted from there as a tiny kitten and was returned when the couple broke up.

Polly Paws I pulled from our local kill shelter just before she was to be PTS. I had been in several times that week looking for a friend's missing kitty. I had played with Polly a couple times and a soft-hearted by-law officer called me just before her time was up and said he would reduce her bail if I could get there before six pm (closing time and when the vet come by) . I drove like a nut, but I got there in time.

Onyx also come from our local humane society. He was about six weeks old when he was left in a sealed box in front of the shelter with his sisters. The other two kittens had unusual markings and were adopted quickly. But no one seemed to want plain black Diamond, as he was called then. So I agreed to foster him when he was four months old, after two days I decided that he was never going anywhere!