We've been looking on Petfinder off and on, because Vlad needs a kitten to play with, as Miss Erzabet No Biting is done with his crazypaws chase, pounce, and general bro antics. Mr. Loomy really, REALLY wants a grey boy kitty, which are surprisingly hard to find in the Seattle area.

Mr. Loomy really, REALLY wants a grey boy kitty, which are surprisingly hard to find in the Seattle area.

Natural camouflage.

I've looked around on Petfinder and stuff, but other than once finding one amazingly perfect specimen that, upon closer examination, was in Cincinatti (really, Petfinder, on what planet is Cincinatti "near" San Diego), it's never felt right.

Mars. On Mars, Cincinnati and San Diego look much closer together.

Hey, has anyone ever seen Petfinder and Spirit in the same room?

Going to the shelter during kitten season was so terrible I had nightmares for weeks. So many little faces, and they all had kennel cough. I freaked out and escaped, sad to say.

Probably calling a rescuer group would be more palatable for the likes of me, but I'm afraid I might not measure up to all the requirements I've heard of. Some rule you out if you are too old. Maybe that's reasonable, but I'm likely to last another 15 to 18 years.

Anyone who finds me a mitten kitten, alert the media!

Some rescue groups that might prefer not to put a kitten in the home of an older person will happily consider senior cats for senior people. Since they consider senior to be 7ish and older (for the cats) that leaves a potential for quite a number of happy, active years together.

ETA: And not all rescue groups have the same policies and procedures. Calling them up and talking with them might be the best way to find out.

We got our latest kitty at our Petco, which has kittens from a local rescue. It was easier than other rescues we've adopted from.

polydactyl will never not look like some kind of dinosaur to me.

Agreed! Dinosaur kitty.

But my cats have always chosen me. If one does not simply show up, and we end up going to a rescue, I don't know if I will end up accepting any little gesture as a "choice".

I hear this. Murray The Gray Cat chose me; he climbed my window screens and wailed until I let him in. Leo was forced upon me by a friend at a time when I was sure I didn't want a cat; he became necessary to my life 0.2 seconds later. And Percy - have I told this story? Probably.

I wanted to get Leo a kitty friend because he'd always had one and he was sad without one. So I went looking, but none of the cats felt right. Then I came across a Craigslist ad for a sweet quiet kitty whose color was not mentioned. "Aha, black cat," I thought, and made an appointment to visit his people. They warned me about how shy he was and how we might not get him out from under the bed. I went anyway. As soon as I said hello to them, immediately we heard a thump from a bedroom. Down the hall trotted a skinny black cat who came straight to me and fell down on my feet for pets. His humans were gobsmacked. Mouths hanging open. "He NEVER does that," the woman whispered in awe. "Guess he's coming home with me, then," I said smugly, and he did. He is a happy (and well-fed) kitty now. And currently climbing toward the laptop/.,hgxzsa Okay then.

WS, don't worry. When the time is right, the right kitty will appear. From somewhere...

Is anyone else following on Twitter the guy who found a mama cat and four newborn kittens under his bed, and adopted them all? She wasn't chipped and he still has no idea where she came from or how she got in.

Percy's story is fabulous, and I definitely haven't read it before.

DH and I spent hours sitting on the patio with our books today, and didn't hear any kittens in distress, so we figure the little orange fellow is doing better.

That really would have been a good adoption story.

Leo knew.

I just feel so up in the air. One minute I think Harvey is pretty content as an only cat, the next I worry he is bored.

Have I told Coco's story? Seamus was very lonely after losing Rigatoni, so we started looking for a companion for him. A local shelter was holding an adoption event at the local Petsmart. I was among the adults cats when I opened one of the cages, and a black cat jumped into my arms. And ever since, it's been impossible to tell whether he is my cat or if I'm his human.

Hubs fell in love with a gray and white kitten named Pearl, and we ended up adopting both. In the way these things work, Coco and Pearl bonded with each other, and Seamus remained alone.