I pounced! 
Thanks! I didn’t know what else to call him, and it seemed fitting, given how he appeared in my life. I’ve since seen stories about Indiana State Police pulling a kitten from behind a car’s grille and naming it Dodge and a car taken to an auto service shop in Georgia from which a kitten was retrieved and then named Mercedes.
You had a lot of loss last year. 
I never had a pet that I felt like I was personally responsible for until Mazda showed up. (We always had dogs when I was a kid, but those were family pets.) The loss potential is something I considered early on. I’m gonna be a wreck.
That stinks about Pumpkin. Mazda went through that a few years ago and has been on a veterinary diet since. Increasing his water intake has been helpful, too. I’m a believer in pet fountains.
Before Mazda came along, I would sometimes care for a couple of cats when their owners were out of town. Herbie was diabetic, and the twice-daily feeding routine was to draw his insulin in a syringe, segregate him in a room (so he couldn’t eat the other cat’s non-diabetic diet), put about ⅔ of his food in his bowl, wait 'til he ate half of it, inject him between the shoulder blades, and then dump the rest of his food into his bowl. He never flinched during the injections and always ate his food allotment.
Then when leaving the feeding room he would stretch out and rake his paws down the scratching post to his left, which I thought was hilarious because he was declawed in front.
I got Mazda into the routine when he was a kitten, so there’s very little struggle when it’s nail-clipping time, and it goes quickly. He just chills in my lap and lets me do what I need to do.
I thought they were supposed to share only one.
I think Mazda’s pretty smart, though. He knows and follows some commands, and when he was younger he would talk back like a toddler when he knew he was being scolded. That always cracked me up, too.
I don’t have piles, but I have Mazda (as a kitten) and Sophie:
I also have Mazda and Guinness:
