Thanks Chico, I'm sure all of us needed that, I know I do. When Badger waltzed into my life 6 years ago, I had NO idea that it was just the beginning. Way back then, I GAVE them away, in one or two cases probably to the wrong people. Mea culpa Merlin.
The other day my vet told me my file was getting too fat and asked me to go through it and set aside any records of cats who were no longer with me. It was a sad/happy exercise; some of the names I didn't even recognize, chosen in haste as I flew in the door with yet another patient, and changed later. I remembered the ones who literally threw themselves into my arms, and others who took a little more coaxing. It's been quite a ride, and I still have no idea why I do it, probably some psycho-social tic, since I find most people insufferable
PS Goose doesn't even mind being called Moose (he is a bit of a lunk-head).