In my life, I've had several cats. And two dogs.
Cats
Cujo - A completely black Bombay-Siamese cross, except for some single white hairs on her chest after an airplane ride from Toronto to Vancouver. Being part Siamese, she was LOUD. She was also named after a certain dog from horror fiction for her personality as a feral cat. We found her as a kitten along with her twin sister in our recycle bin after their mother never returned to them one day. Sadly, her twin sister (BooBoo) was hit my some asshole in a pick-up. Cujo however, lived to be a ripe old age of 22. She died curled in her sleep under our back porch.
Marble - Marble was a black & white English Spotted Tabby and is still the sweetest goddamn cat I've ever laid eyes on. Incredible patience, too. You had to try and **** him off. He was also a lap cat. Whenever I was on the couch, he'd climb on top of me.
Angel - A muted tabby. And she was faaat. Over 20 lbs. I don't remember much, only that I used her as a pillow when I was young.
Maxx - Maxx was a brown English Spotted Tabby and a rescue courtesy of my godparents. My uncle Chris bought a cat for his son Kenny, only to learn he was allergic to it. So to our house he came. And for a good 10 years he remained there. He was a very loyal cat, always by my side when it was time to go to bed, and always curled up around my head like a bonnet as I slept. Weirdest thing, his tail curled up and only went limp when he slept, meaning you could always tell when he was awake and when he was sleeping.
Hal - A cat from a shelter. A very slender completely black Bombay named for 2001: A Space Odyssey. His quirk was that whenever he was alone (usually alone in the basement), he'd start howling.
Tom-Tom - My brother's cat which he adopted. Tom-Tom was originally an alleycat named George. Between the years of being an alleycat and being rescued by the shelter, he lost an eye and contracted FIV. He was also never neutered, so by the time he was eight, he was 22 lbs, but all muscle. When he rubbed against your legs, you'd lose your balance if you don't expect it. BTW: He's a lap cat. My legs fell asleep because of him once.
Dogs
Max - A black Lab that my mother and sister adopted. He adjusted to his new home well... until my dad came home. The dog went apesh!t trying to "protect" my mom, my siblings and me from my dad. Needless to say, it didn't work out.
Lucy - My current dog. She is a Shi-Tzu/Bichon we got Easter Monday '06 at a few months old. She's over nine years old now, but still retains a very puppy-like appearance albeit, a grey one. Dumber than a sack of hammers, but absolutely adorable.
Also countless goldfish and two hamsters named Fred and George. Nothing too noteworthy except GEORGE KILLED FRED in the heat of passion. I still don't know why.