My first picture is Stella. While I rescued her when she was, like, a day old in a snow storm and bottle fed her and taught her how to poop, well, she hates me. She definitely belongs to my husband and her favorite place is on his shoulder. This is her at the vet.
This one is my kitty, Mathilda. I love, love, love her. Her little face is split right down the middle. When she was younger you could really see it - half gray, half orange. At 14 now, she's a whole lotta gray!