I think of Henry VI as a cat person, but not very good with names. He takes in two pretty kittens and calls them both Rosa. They are very active little things, often getting into trouble and tearing around, even when he tried to distract them.
Once, he offered one of them a handkerchief to play with and her sister immediately began vying for it. He watched them struggle for a moment before looked over to Margaret and smiling.
“War of the Rosas.”