At work one day, someone found a very preggers kitty in the window well. He thought she was stuck in there, so he lifted her out, but she jumped back in. Then a co-worker stuck her in her car, to take her home after work. I asked if I could have her, because I was able to take her home right then, rather than waiting until the end of the day. I was honestly afraid she would pop out those kittens before the end of the work day!
She proceeded to have 4 healthy kittens, one of which was a plain jane brown tabby. We decided to keep the pretty jet black kitty, instead. And adopted out the Momma and other kittens. But no one ever chose the plain brown girl, Festus. And I had another orange tabby boy to foster by then, who we named Garfield. I never really liked orange cats. But no one chose him either.
When we lost the black kitten to FIP, we had to decide which kitten to keep. The girls all wanted Festus, and the boys wanted Garfield. I had actually already promised Festus to someone. But generously, she allowed us to keep her after losing her sister. And we kept Gar, too.
By then I was fostering, and soon we got "Red" and "Blue", two semi-feral black kittens.
Blue, the kitty in front, tamed up nicely, with lots of help from Festus. So we adopted her out. We renamed Red Jasmine, and kept her. She is almost tame now. In fact, tonight she was underfoot, and I had to wait for her to move to step down!
My last kitty, Will, just came over from the dairy farm across the street. He was the third kitten to show up. I adopted out the other two, but couldn't give him up! He is my only in and out cat!
P.S. I find brown tabbies and orange tabbies to be quite lovely now! LOL!