I'm not sure how it happened, but Karen, Beth and I all ended up with black cats. Karen owns Rocco, who (although you can't see it in the picture) has a prominent underbite, due to the fact that his jaw was broken when he was a kitten. The family decided they didn't want to pay to have his jaw fixed, so they just left him at the animal hospital. Dr. Karen, vet extraordinaire, to the rescue! She fixed his jaw and took him home. The caption of this picture when she sent it to me was "isn't he handsome." This picture doesn't do him justice, because he really is.
Beth has Boy. Boy is the boss of Beth. He is the cat that will sleep where he wants and do what he wants whenever he wants whether Beth likes it or not. Boy has a prominent overbite, and so it always looked like his fangs were out. He looked very menacing. Not really, but he tried. Anyway, he no longer has the fangs, as the vet decided they should be pulled. Beth cried when that happened, but did decline to take the fangs home in a jar. She has her limits, you know.
I have the Inspector. He is the best cat ever (and is this picture not just PRECIOUS?). I got him as a tiny little one pound kitten who was sick and needed a foster home to stay at until he got better. He was so gross -- boogery and sneezy and his eyes would get all stuck shut. I used to have to get up in the night and wipe his nose so that he could breathe again. But he had THE CUTEST personality -- he will win you over in seconds flat. He is not like most cats in that he would like to be with you at all times. On you, licking your face and purring. I named him the Inspector because he was into everything when he was a kitten, plus, I thought he needed a unique name. However, because he was such a gross little thing, I always called him "Booger Cat" and now he only answers to "Booger," or "Boogie," which is what I usually call him. But at least he has a cool REAL name so he's not embarrassed when his name is called at the vet.