I have 3 cats. One lives at my dad's house and the others 2 stay with my mom. I just gonna talk about one of my cats today and her name is Braveheart.
She is the devil. But I love her.
Braveheart was born at my dad's house from a story cat that had decided to live with us. Braveheart was a runt to put it lightly, she was so tiny that she could fit in your had (she a giant now which is the weirdest thing). Anyway we name her Braveheart because she was the only kitten out of the litter that didn't run.
A few weeks after we had discovered her we were looking around to find her so we could give her food and after about 5 min of searching we found her behind a  pile of metal completely ripping apart a gopher 2 times her size.
Braveheart lives with me and my mom now and she destroys all of or furniture and runs full speed around the house at 3am. She will also rip your had off if you pet her too much.
But hey she's cute.