Saphirah was my husband's kitty when we started dating. He got her from a neighbor.

Chloe was adopted from an animal shelter.

Samson moved in under our house when we were living temporarily in the country. (We are pretty sure someone dumped him.) At the time, he was thin and his fur was dull. The exterminator had just put out mouse poison under the house, so we knew it was not safe for him there. We blocked off the crawlspace, and put our extra dog house on the front porch with some straw in it. Meanwhile, we had started to feed him. When we first decided to let him in, he made himself right at home. We always say that Samson told us, "Hey, guys! I'm moving in!" He's been with us for 2 years now.