First I must explain that I never liked cats (of course I had never been exposed to them, as I was brought up with only dogs.)

With that said, one morning I woke my son up for school (high school age )and out from under his pillow came a tiny orange tabby cat. It had been bought for his friend's grandmother whose cat had just died. It turns out that she didn't want another cat, so my son smuggled him into the house. The first thing he said was "Please can we keep him? I already have a named picked out." He got his name by way of the spoof British band, Spinal Tap (they have a "mockumentary" out now called This Is Spinal Tap) that my son really liked. One of the band members, Nigel Tufnel, has a ferret named Trevor. The rest is history. Now, almost 8 years later, Trevor is an integral part of our home and our lives.

Andy, my white cat, was found by my mom at a yard sale at the shore. My daughter pleaded with me for him to join our family, and came up with the name Andy because she said he "looked like an Andy." Today I can't imagine life without Andy either.

An added thought here....Spencer, I had to smile about Garbo's naming. You said she is afraid of humans and at the same time loves their company. That pretty much describes Gabe (my daughter's ragdoll). Maybe she should scramble the letters in his name a little, and create "Gabo" because he sometimes vants to be alone.