We are a cat family:
Prudence - oldest siamese/tabby, a little black, a little grey, a lot of white. We had to put her to sleep, but she remains in our heart forever.
Tigger - manx, very athletic, grey with black spots, stripes. We had to put her down too. We have great pictures of her covered in blankets.
Nadia - Tuxedo. We affectionately refer to her as one of two Oreo cookie kitties we have. She is alive and stays close to my Mom. Talks a lot.
Sasha - one of two rescue kitties we have. Someone left her and Xena on the front lawn of a co-worker. I told him to call my Mom, the rest is history. She loves to climb!
Xena - Affectionatly known as slinky. A very beautiful black kitty with black strips. For those of you who understand the concept of a familiar, Xena is my familiar. I truly believe that the soul of Beggar - a german shepard that loved me when I was a baby (protected me even against Mom when she would scold me for doing something I shouldn't. He meant well, but didn't understand the concept of reprimanding) - placed in that cat along with the souls of those people who loved me. She will not leave my side if I am home, and she will howl if she cannot find me.
Tigger Too - A good story here. While I was living in AZ, my Mom had a boy cat come into her home. She attempted to shoo him away several times, but Prudence would have nothing of it. She meowed at my Mother ever time she attempted to shoo him away. It was evident that Tigger Too had earned the respect of Prudence who doesn't like boy cats (had an experience with one that wasn't neutered). So he stayed in the house. Several months later, Mom was working in the yard when she heard someone call for Tigger. It was our neighbor, and she asked if she seen a brown tabby with black strips. Mom asked if she meant Tigger, and our neighbor said "Yes, Tigger Too." The irony doesn't stop there: Mom chose the name Tigger II because she already had a Tigger. Our neighbor named him Tigger Too. After conversing, it was obvious that Tigger had left his original family because of a dog. He has been with us for 10 years+ He gets a bit onry with the girls, but he is neutered. He is very tough too, having a gouge for weeks before we even noticed it (got in a fight with another cat).
This is our motley crew, and the personalities are vastly different, it would make a great sitcom.
Our cats are de-clawed (not my choice) because Prudence was the first to be de-clawed. They were supposed to be indoor cats, but that didn't work. I'll never have another cat that is de-clawed. I would rather train it not to scratch and destroy furniture.
They are a blessing to us. I'm sure yours are as well.