This thread is great. Here are my stories.

Just after getting married in 1993 I asked my husband if I could have a cat. I love animals and could not imagine my new house without a cat. So he said yes and then I pushed it and asked for 2...he said yes again. Tigger and her brother Tony were my very first 2 kitties. I got them from a lady who worked at my local bank. Tigger is actually the runt of the litter and still only weighs in at 7 pounds. She is a very quiet kitty and usually keeps to herself, she is not a lap cat unless it is on her terms (and that is very seldom). At night she loves to sleep right between her mommy and daddy and will actually push you out of bed when she wants more room. Tigger will be 11 years old this April and her daddy and I love her to death. She is so spoiled and loved. I think she is the prettiest of my girls but I'm partial to her tiger stripes. Tigger's story is the most boring as she was not a rescue like the rest of mine.

Presenting Tigger.....