First, there's me. We know that story.
Next, there's Poco. Reject, runt of the litter, and who really wants boring a grey tabby cat? That's how I ended up with him. I thought I was picking up a calico cat. Never trust an old lady who tells you, "just give me the box and I'll get the cat for you, wait here."
Then Stella. Kevin's unloved cat.
And, I don't love the idea of having another cat. I really don't. Two cats is already one too many. But I can't turn out the pretty girl who looked after me, the first week I was on my own.