Oh oh... I'm not a cat person. But i do have a good cat story that may redeem myself.
We had a young, skinny little cat hanging out between our yard and my neighbor's yard. Of course, when it turns out that DW and our neighbor were both feeding her, I can understand why she didn't move on. She became our outdoor cat, always coming over when we were outside, sleeping under our chairs or eventually curling up in our laps. (And did I mention I'm not a cat person...I'm also highly allergic to cats.)
We noticed that she was fattening up nicely. Then we realized that she was fattening up a little too nicely. Yep, she was pregnant. We set up a box in our garage with some towels in it, and left the door open. We put her in it quite a few times and hoped that she would get the hint.
One day Linda saw what she thought was a mouse out on our patio. It turned out to be a really tiny newborn kitten. It was the runt of the litter, so I don't know if the momma cat put it out there, or if she had that one on the way into the garage. We went into the garage to see her cleaning off the other 4 kittens. She kept moving them out of the box and behind a piece of plywood that was leaning against the wall, so they would be more protected. Once they started walking, we made sure they went back into the box.
Once they were old enough to jump out of the box we had a new problem. We were afraid that they would get into something they weren't supposed to in the garage, or that they would get out into the street or get caught by another animal. So they moved onto our back porch.
When it got too cold for them to be out there with no heat, they ended up in our dining room. So that's how this non-cat-loving, allergic guy ended up with 6 cats in the house. It was a great experience for the kids to see them growing up and how the mom took care of the kittens. One of the kittens thought that Zonkers, our 100 lb dog, was his father. That was pretty funny to all except the momma cat. Eventually all 5 kittens were given away to good homes. After almost a year (and being spayed), the momma cat finally found a home with one of our friend Betsy's friends. We still get photo updates on the "queen"-she is totally spoiled. And now I can breathe again with taking a ton of antihistamines and constantly using my inhaler.
Here's a picture that I had in photobucket: