Well, This is ONE of my cats. You see, I have FIVE cats. Not really by choice. When I married my husband I had two cats who eventually died of old age. He said, before we got married, that he had a dream where I was walking down the aisle at our wedding with my cats trailing behind me. I figured if he married me anyway he must be OK.
After my old cats died we went catless for some years, but I finally chose one from the Humane Society. Her name is Shadow, a brown tabby with huge yellow eyes. Fine. But after a few months my son, home for the Summer from college, brought home a kitten. Seems someone was giving them away by Walmart; some girl had taken this one, carried her around awhile, decided she was too much trouble, and was JUST GOING TO LEAVE HER by the theatre. So my soft-hearted son, bless him, brought her home, That's her, above. Now mind you, that basket she is sitting in is on top of my hutch, about 7 feet in the air. Her name is MS. Stache (moustache). My husband suggested Groucho.
I had not had a kitten around for many a year, and I FORGOT how very early a female cat can breed. By the time we figured out she was in heat it was too late. I didn't have the heart to do away with the kittens, so she gave birth to THREE more. One (Maximus) is a male brown tabby (looks exactly like the female I brought home from the Humane Society) and two calicos (LC and Callie). The HS in our area is way overstocked, so we kept them.
And my husband is still hanging in there. The young male has adopted him. If my husband sits down there is Max on his lap. All are now spayed/neutered, healthy and well. But that'a LOT of cats.