We had just lost our 20-year-old cat Larry, an old orange guy, that morning. The guy next door who worked in a scrap yard, came by with two boxes full of feral kittens, and before I could say anything, Mary had these two little guys in her hands and said, "I'll take these two." It wasn't until we got them in that we realized that they were about three weeks old...
They're six today, and just HUGE. Jethro is about the biggest cat I've ever seen, and Homer's not much smaller.
Happy birthday, guys!
EDIT: By the way, Jethro is sitting up on my shoulder, and Homer is lying on my chest. Or is it the other way around?