My first, a beautiful sassy tortoiseshell called Sally, was born in the piggery of a farm near my Dad's house. She was a wee scrap of a thing, found floundering at only four weeks old after being abandoned by her mum. Sally gave me many loyal years and was definitely head of the household, even dominating our poor old dog - she really was a bossy boots!
Leo's pal Toffee was the runt of a litter, living on a local farm. We had recently given a kitten from the same farm to my niece Leah, to console her after her cat Mischief disappeared. Truffle was a pretty kitten and Leah was thrilled with her, but needless to say it wasn't long before Mischief wandered back home as if he'd never been away - that's cats for you eh?! My daughter was determined we too should have another kitten, so we returned to the farm and brought Toffee home, a scrawny ginger tomcat. With a little tender loving care, he soon became a robust cat, full of adoration for Fay. That was fourteen years ago and he's still with us, preferring a quiet life these days, but still able to shin up a garden fence when the need arises!