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Ah, cat names. When I was a kid, our first cats were Midnight and Tiger, who were obviously a black cat and a tabby. Later there was Marshmallow and her kittens- Fluffernutter, Almond, and PBJ (a calico).

My mother, who *hated* cats during my childhood, found a kindred spirit in a fluffy, grumpy orange mama cat she named Flag. Poor Flag lost most of her beautiful tail to an unknown farm hazard, but she raised 2 litters including Noel, Turtle, Autumn, Pumpkin, and Clyde (polydactyl). Noely outlived them all, pampered by my mother, to the ripe old age of 23.

My husband and I took in a pregnant cat shortly after we started dating, and named her Trouble. She gave us 5 kittens, we kept 2 brothers- a tiger striped tabby named Hazelnut, and a black cat named Fred. Hazel lived 16 years and Fred just turned 19.

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You also has a Fluffernutter! How many of these are there out there!

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