Ok. When me and my twin brother had a 7th b-day we decided we wanted cats because our grandma got us a dog but I'm severly allergic to dogs so our dog has to live with our grandma, so after about a whole day of begging our parents finaly decide that we are allowed to addopt kittens from the pound. So the next day we go to the pound and found two VERY CUTE AND PLAYFULL kittens (they were brother and sister so they had to go together) long story short, about a week later we bought them home with us, I got the boy cat, my brother got the girl cat. I named my cat Ralph (don't ask how I came up with that name, I was 6 and only knew a handfull of names) and my brother named his cat Poochie. (in mormorium of our aunt's decesed dog) So fast foward a few years later, we now have 3 cats Ralph, Poochie and Snowbeard (Snowbeard is my brother's other cat who is the daughter of Ralph and Poochie) (also her name is Snowbeard because except for most of her back she has white fur and grey fir on her neck that looks like a beard) Would you belive at one time we had 13 cats?! (but sadly they all either died, were given away/ran away)