Meowmittens, the cat that taught me how to love cats.
I've always "liked" cats. But I grew up with allergies and so never really loved a cat. My parents were dog people and so I grew up with dogs. Well, fast forward 40 years and this little starving princess shows up at my door, skin and bones. I didn't have cat food handy so I took some roast beef and cut it into bits her tiny mouth could handle and brought it out to her.
She sniffed the food but then head-bonked my hand and wanted pets more than food, despite the fact she was literally skin and bones. At the time, I was renting a home in a part of Hawaii where there is a fish farm and the fish farmers shot cats on sight. I imagine that one of the gunshots I heard the previous day was her mother getting shot because she didn't know how to feed herself.
Regardless, I quickly adopted her, took her to the vet, got her fixed, got her shots, and seven years later, I have 4 cats(one is a adopted feral who is camera shy and refuses to come inside, the other two have been showing up in my posts in other subs. She taught me to love cats.
She got her name from my cutie-name I would use for any cat. "Hey meow mittens, want some pets? Want a butt scratch, meow mittens?" Well, I used it so much around her I realized she was responding to the name and it became her name, despite my plans to name her many other different things.