We named our cat after a series of events. Shortly before my wife and I left California to live in Europe for a couple of years, coyotes ate both of our cats within two months of each other. We'd resigned ourselve to no pets until we move back to the US. However last Christmas (98) a friend gave us a tortoise shell kitten. (It's funny, her behavior is very similar to your's, very talkative) As a "dark-humored" pre-emtive strike and in honor of our other cats demise, we named her "Snack". (C&S)
			When I was seven I received a gray tabby for my birthday - she was an extremely playful cat who loved hiding from people and then pouncing out at them when they walked by. We named her Peek-a-boo. One summer we were having the outside of our house painted and my mother went to the door to our backyard and proceeded to call for our cat to come and eat some chicken "pickings". She called for the cat by yelling as loud as she could "Peek-a-boo, Peek-a-boo" - to which one of the painters answered "I'm right here ma'am." (R.M.)
			I wasn't planning on getting a third cat but one New Year's Eve many years ago I went to a party where this cat kept running in from the cold every time the back door was opened. The men at the party tried to make the cat go away by throwing it high up into the air to see if the cat would land on his feet and by throwing cold water on the cat. Needless to say, their antics did not work and the cat kept "crashing" the party. When the cat ran up to me to hide behind my legs from the men, I was told that if I didn't hand him over to be put back outside (and tortured some more), then I would have to take him home with me. So I did and named him Crasher. (B.L.)
			My third cat is Francesca--a long-haired black and white cat whose markings made me think of Italian marble for some reason, and hence the sort of Italian name. I got Francesca about 10 years ago in unusual circumstances. I was doing errands on my lunch hour, driving my car, when a car pulled alongside mine and honked. The woman in the car must have seen my "I love cats" bumper sticker and figured I was an easy touch. She rolled down her window and asked if I would take two cats. I pulled over to the side of the road and explained that I already had two cats. She had just moved into a new apartment where the manager wouldn't let her keep her pets, and was probably on her way to the Humane Society when she saw my car. I figured I could at least put an ad in the paper and find a home for the cats that way, so I agreed to take the cats. I rushed home, still on my lunch hour, and tossed the two cats in the door and then rushed back to work. Shortly afterward, my roommate called me at work and asked "Mary, are there supposed to be two strange cats in the apartment?" I've always been fortunate in cats and friends! I did find a home for one of the cats--who continues to live with my sister. I kept Francesca and never regretted it. (M.W.)
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