Oh goodness. If there's one thing that I'm absolutely crazy about, its my two boys, Peep and Boy- though their original names were Floyd and Diamond (I'm a fan of Pink Floyd
Anyway, Boy (the gray one) is about 13 years old, found under a dumpster in Ocean City, MD when he was just a little kitten. My sister kept him for a while, but then gave him to me when her now ex-husband decided he didn't like him anymore.
Peep was given to me by my sister as a graduation gift 3 years ago. He was only a month old when I got him so I feel like I've raised him. She found him trapped in a shed behind her old house in Delaware, where he was abandoned with I think 2 other kittens. His dad, named Milton who was a stray, had kitty AIDS and other diseases and died not long after I had had Peep. He has brought so much happiness into my life though. He is so fun and ridiculous, and has a MUSTACHE! What's not lovable about that?