I have two cats, Tasha and Little Bit. Tasha is technically my husband's cat but she loves me more. She is 13 years old and was resuced my mother in law when she was a kitten, she found her in a burlab sack and had been burned and was thrown in a creek. She took it to her son who nursed it back to health and she has been around ever since then. Before we got together she was mean as a snake and unless you petted her like you would a dog then you might as well not touch her. Since I have been around she has come to like the more gentle touch.
Little Bit or Bit as we call her now, well she is my red-neck kittie. She was also rescued. Her mother brought her and her three brothers and sisters to our front porch when they were little and she some how got stuck under neath the house, so I pulled her out and she was the most loving of all the other cats. When we had to move we had to get rid of the kittens but I refused to get rid of her. She is will be two next month. She likes to play with her dry turds and drink out of the toilet. She is wild but loves to lay on my side or chest and sleep.
I have no childern of my own so they are mine kids. I bought my self a mother's day present from my cats. It is a mug that says "Womena and cats should do what they want. Men and dogs should get over it."