[Darksheare]

Haven't heard that one before.
Hmm..
Gotta try it out.
I've usually run into the cats that are curious about everyone and will make you 'their' lap sitting spot.
*chuckle*
Mimi, the bobcat mix I had, pretty much chose me as 'her' person.
She was just this hissing little ball of fluff that we snatched from outside, her father would have killed her probably, and I ended up taking care of her on and off.
Well, being that I was 8 or so at the time, and she was just a kitten, she 'took' to me.
She lived to be 14 or so, but she did love other people.
If your lap was free, you became a kitty seat.
*chuckle*

[Conservababe]

My first cat was one that I got from a litter of my neighbors's cat. She was a Russian Blue in temperment and looks, although no pedigree.

She lived eighteen years and is buried in my yard with a nice headstone, really.