My name is Steph and I have one cat named Dario Argento, since he was born in October and I'm a fan of horror it seemed perfect. (Next one I plan, if he's a boy, to name Lucio Fulci).
Dario was a singleton bottle baby I found in a parking lot near where I work. His ears were flat and his eyes were closed and there was a small bit of dried umbilical cord on his belly. Best estimate, he was 3-5 days old. Working full time, with the help of my mom, we raised him.
I've had cats for most of my life, my two first animals were a horse (TB named DG) and a gray kitten we found in a barn and who I adopted and named Jackie.
My second cat, Baby Fred was my heart-cat, I still miss him. He was a sickly cat that, once more, I adopted from a public barn. Suffered from medical issues his entire life but there's never been another soul I was connected to as I was him. I was his person; and he was my cat. Thirteen years, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.