I love my cats to death. I've lived with cats all my life, and it's hard to live somewhere without them sprawled out on a piece of furniture somewhere. I even miss the cat hair sometimes.
First pair is Mocha, but we call her Mochie (Mo-key). She's a tortoiseshell with tortitude (look it up, it's a real thing). She loves to talk and talk and talk and she's fat as ever. My fat baby.
Second pair is my lover, Phoebe, also known as Phoe-ba-da-beeb by my mother and I. Yes, she is as soft as she looks.