Their first week in my house was a bit challenging for me. My two fellas are very easy to deal with, and relatively low maintenance (not withstanding the insulin shots for the Wackmeister.)
But these little monsters, they didn't know how to wash themselves well, they found alternatives to the litter box behind my futon and desk, they slept in the litter box and walked through their food, they had (not fleas but) FLEAS, and they were so dirty we couldn't tell how much white was really on them. So by the end of week 2, I was exhausted and fed up. Hence the first set of names indicate my frustrations:
After the first month we were all doing much better. Each fuzzy muffin (as I like to call them) had their own unique personality, and so we named them to match.