+1 on local vet. In the past 30 years, every single cat that has owned me came from a vet practice, "used":
- Cat was given up to my vet when a couple had a baby, and the cat and baby didn't get along. Tag, I was it.
- Motorist almost hit a cat, captured him, took him to the vet...and I was tapped.
- Cat was abandoned when its family moved, was captured when the outside temperature hovered around zero, and taken to my vet for re-grooving. Liked me, came home with me.
- Cat was a stray that was captured in the wild, and also re-grooved.
- Cat's owner died, said cat added to a "need a home" list that my vet subscribes to, and was delivered on a Thanksgiving day to my house. One of my favorite fur-persons.
- Cat had unspecified problems with its original humans, listed as "needing a home", and I was elected. (I was lured to the vet's office by a friend, and the vet dumped the cat in my arms! Hooked.)
My immediate previous cat was an animal rescue kitty.
My cat previous to her was a feral born beastie, longhair kitty that was mostly leg, fluff, and rumbling purrs.
My first cat was in her previous life a barn cat who found out that couches were perfect kitty places.
In all instances, kitty chose me.
Funny how that works, right?