This is how they got their names.
Backslash has a tail which folds over his back and touches his head the tail reminded us of the backslash on the keyboard. Three years ago in our subdivision was a sign on the bulletin board for three free kittens but we were leaving on one of our trips. We left and came back five months later and the notice was still on the board. We set up an appointment and went to check out the kittens. We learned that his mother was a rescued cat from Katrina and she had gotten out in our subdivision and met a tom. His daddy was a cat we watched for several years because he was a big gray and white tom cat who wondered everywhere. When we no longer saw him one of his off spring was walking the neighborhood. The house where the kittens were raised was very quiet with no TV no radio and both owners at work for long hours. We entered the house and cats ran everywhere to hide. They had five. Two of the kittens ran up the stairs where Backslash waited and allowed me to pet him so we choose him. When we brought him home it took two weeks before he would come into the TV room to be with us. He now weighs 16 to 18 pounds. He is still shy and timid around people.
The black one, Stripes, I went shopping at WalMart at 242 and a lady and her two kids had a cardboard box with four kittens in it which they were trying to give away. Chauncey had lost his cat about four months before and I called him and asked him if he wanted to have a new kitten and he agreed. After buying my groceries, getting a box and a blanket I went back outside and found the manager of the store was telling the lady and her kids they were not allowed to give away their kittens on store property so I grabbed my kitten and went to the car. As I was loading the car with groceries and kitten the lady and her kids climbed into their car which was parked next to mine. Of coarse we call him Stripes because all black cats have stripes if they lay in the full sun. He is our athlete and curious all the time. He is the first to get into a box or bag but has the bad habit of chewing the "ears" apart on plastic bags. (No bags let lying around.)
Eb is named after the Ebola virus because his tail when he holds it straight up has a natural Shepherd's crook just like the virus. We had our cats into the vet for shots and the Humane Society had some cats in the parking lot up for adoption. While I was in with the vet Chauncey wondered over to the pen and saw this little ball of orange fur. EB had been born at the shelter and had been the smallest all his life, four months old and under two pounds. He took to Chauncey and acted like he has gone to heaven. He is afraid of a lot of things and can be panicky. His health was so bad that we had to get him healthier before we could get him his shots or have him fixed. He now crawls under the covers and sleeps next to Chauncey most nights.
Needless to say we love our cats.
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