I have 3 cats myself, all street kitties by life or by birth.
"Mr. Boo" (aka "Ditto") is our oldest. He's a 7-year-old Maine Coon mix. I suppose you know why I call him Boo. Granted, he's not a hamster, but he's a good buddy. In honesty, however, I also call him that in homage to my aunt's cat Mr. Boots. Boots has survived being hit by a car (which left him with one eye), shot at with live rounds by a shotgun by some driveby rednecks(seriously), and some other maladies. He's still strong and healthy as ever at age 10+. A remarkable cat.
The second oldest is "Doodle". An extremely small tuxedo-like female stray we picked up from an abandoned shack at the local air force base. No pic sorry, she's really skittish. But she's a good cat.
The latest addition is "Morrie" or as I call him "Mr. Morris". He's just an average alley-cat I acquired as a small kitten. We've just pampered him since he arrived and now he thinks he runs the place. He has a lovable, amiable personality and is extremely intelligent. Since he's got such a baby face he often gets away with all the mischief he makes. He's recently learned how to operate doorknobs. *sigh*
[This message has been edited by Waluin (edited 06-25-2001).]