I have a black tabby cat named Simithon. She was the only survivor of a box of kittens that had been left in the middle of a road. She was taken in by an old dude but he could hardly look after himself, so he gave her to a friend who was an old lady who could also hardly take care of herself, so SHE gave her to a friend of my mam's, but the cats who were already there hated the kitten, so then my mam was asked if she wanted the kitten, and here we are.
We've had her for nine years now, since I was eight. I remember walking home from school with my dad and my brother, and just before we entered the house, dad says, "Oh, and by the way, there's a surprise for you and your brother in your room" (I shared a room with my brother at the time).
So we both go racing up the stairs and we open the door, and we see this adorable tiny ball of black fluff sitting there with big golden-green eyes, staring up at us from just beyond the door, as though she had been waiting. At that point, she didn't have a name yet. It was decided about a week later, when I suggested "Simithon" because I'd misremembered the name "Simeon" from the film "Joseph: King of Dreams", which I used to watch the cuss out of on my video player, like, four years back (who still has one of those, btw?). I have no idea why I suggested the misremembered name of a minor character from an old video-tape I hadn't seen in four years, but everybody else seemed to like the name and it stuck, so yay.
Nowadays, she refuses to eat food that's been out for more than a couple hours and will only go out of the catflap by herself if she thinks there's nobody within earshot she can call upon to hold it open for her. She craps in every corner of the house no matter how often we offer to let her out. She seems to especially like doing it in the bathtub?
But she's gorgeous and fluffy and cuddly and I love her anyways.