I used to have plenty of cats. The first one died and her daughter brought her kittens, but we had to get rid of the kittens cuz the kept cutting up the insulation, and then the mom (we named her snowball) (she was pregnant) ran away. Then a tom cat came by. He was orange and we named him flame, we kept him for awhile and then ( this part is crazy) he ran away to my best friends house. She renamed him Garfield. I just hope that the kittens got good homes. And the third kitten of that one litter, hopefully got the medical attention he needed. We couldn't afford to take him to the vet. At least I still get to see one of my old cats