I loved cats once too. I had 8 at one time. Then a few had to be given away after my mother moved into an apartment. My husband's not a cat lover so I can't get one. Anyway, I never wanted another one after my favorite one died in my arms years ago. Her name was Pumpkin.
My mother has a male named Tiger now. But we all call him Broken Leg cause he had a broken leg when I found him on the street. He's fat and extra lazy.
