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.

I love stories of cats picking their human.

As it turned out, Percy and Leo didn't get along well. Leo is a little too aggressive in play, and Percy doesn't appreciate his enthusiasm. And then a couple years later, a pretty gray cat showed up on the patio, and Leo went bananapants trying to get to him. I said No more cats! FFS. I fed him anyway, but I refused to name him. I just called him the Gray Cat. Guess how that worked out. Now his name is officially, for the vet, Murray, but he actually answers to Gray Cat. The naming of cats is paradoxical. He and Leo get into hissy slap fights, but then I walk into the bedroom and they're snuggled up asleep together, so.

I could talk about my cats all day. They're so great.

I have both of my sister's here visiting. The sibling of Mulder & Scully may be adopted by my sister so we may have 3 kitties here shortly.

IJWTS Murray Gray Cat is a great name

All of my cats either chose me or were thrust upon me by circumstances outside the control of either of us. Pixie was found by the side of the road by a customer of the store I was working at who brought her in in hopes that some other customer might adopt her. She spent the day walking on the counters and yelling at everybody and by the end of the day she was clearly coming home with me. Miss Kitty I got via the Sr Director of Operations swinging by my desk and saying "you're a cat person! My friend has a cat she can't keep, can you take her?" so I did.

I think I've told the story of Shadow, who appeared at our door as a kitten, strolled in, inspected the premises, used the litter box, adn fell asleep in the food bowl, as we followed after him, bemused.

After I lost my ancient Koogie Cat, we went to PetSmart, just in case. I wanted a female cat, to avoid male cat issues, and as I was strolling along the cages, one of them reached out and put his paw on my hand. But I wanted a female. I actually tried two others, but there were problems with both. I went back to the male, who was sitting there looking at me with "Well, it took you a while, but you got here in the end" on his face. I didn't get to keep Amon Ra long, due to a neighborhood asshole in a jacked up truck who hated cats. But he was a hit with the kids at the bus stop on the corner.

We grew our own kitty in the backyard. (I'm not sure Murderbiscuit's momcat actually gave birth in our backyard, but she moved them there at some point; by the time that Tim found them in our yard, the kittens' eyes were open and they were wandering around.)