My sister used to have a neighborhood kitty on her block that would roam from yard to yard. The cat was called Whitney by everyone on the block because she was black and very beautiful.

My sister's Meezer, Poco, got his name because he was so small when she adopted him (poco is an Italian word, a musical term for slight or small). Poco started out tiny but he grew up to be big, strong and verrrrrrry possessive of my sister. He also liked to eat lunch meat - just crackle the package and here comes Poco! - green beans, and the sauce from a Big Mac.

Cassie got her name (Cashmere) because my mom had on a grey cashmere blend sweater the day I told her and my dad I was adopting a kitty.