Marge and I have had cats as part of our lives since we were married.   "Brillo" and Stephanie were brother and sister, grays that were part Siamese.  They came with Marge .  Brillo wasn't impressed with me at all, but Stephanie and I got along fine. Unfortunately they both sercommed to what was then a deadly feline illness, called Feline Viral Rhinotracheitis.  It's not something I'd like to go through again.  It can be up to 50~70% fatal.  Luckily there's a vaccine for it now.  Unfortunately it came out to late for our cats. 

We didn't get another cat for over six months.  Then one day we decided to stop by the Humane Society's animal shelter.  If you don't want a pet this is a bad idea.  When we walked in the door I could hear a cat yelling it's head off.  We walked back to the cages full of cats and while Marge started to look around, I walked back to the cage that housed the loud mouth.  He was about a three month old gray kitten, with keen eyes and a slightly Siamese build. 

"You're going home with us," I said to him. 

It didn't take long before Marge joined me and sure enough when we left that day, we had the half grown kitten in a box.  The question was,  what to name him?
The man behind the front desk suggested we name him after the day of the week we'd found him.
And so it was.