She's Lovergirl. And he's Loverboy.

My cat, Loverboy, has been living with us for 2 or 3 years now. I got him, in large part, because I thought my other cat, Chenuska, was lonely. She needed a companion. A mate. A lover, so to speak. Of course, both cats are fixed. So they carry love only so far. At first, Chenuska rebuffed poor Loverboy. She wanted no part of him. But Loverboy is just what his name implies. Bit by bit by bit over these years, he’s worn down Chenuska’s resistance. Turns out her hard-to-get ploy was merely an act. The two cats have become lovers. True lovers. They sleep next to each other. Cuddled. They groom each other. It’s gotten so that I hardly ever call Chenuska Chenuska anymore. She’s Lovergirl. And he’s Loverboy. –Jim Broede