Rocket fell in love with Fred when Fred first came to live with me after my sister passed away. He always was a handful from the first day I brought him home. My mom had passed. She had a black and white cat who was a son of a gun that was always biting people but my mom loved him. So after my mom died, a friend had two litters of kittens so I asked her to pick out a black and white one for me and start calling him "Toby" which I thought was a good name for a calm, cute kitten.

Well it came time for Toby to come home with me and I knew from the start that he was not the sweet, calm kitten I was hoping for. I renamed him Rocket, which if you are familiar with cats, most don't care what their name is.

I had Murray at the time and this kitten thought he was a dog. He would hang from Murray's bushy tail and in general just pester him something awful. Murray didn't mind in the least. Then Fred came to live with me and Rocket fell in love. Fred was 4 years old and just the sweetest dog that ever lived. I don't think he loved Rocket but always tolerated his shenanigans. They were an odd couple.

Did you ever have any odd couples in your family?