The best cat we ever adopted was an adult, my Rocket. He was supposedly “1-1/2 years,” but the woman who fostered him had him longer than
that (according to our vet). He was a wonderful little guy, my favorite cat of all our rescues, and I miss him every single day, and I always will.
I actually do not understand how the foster home owner could have given him up. He was just perfect, loving, gentle, and a little trickster.
He is the only cat about which I can say that he never intentionally bit or scratched anyone in the 15 years that we had him before he passed.
What a sweetie he was. I really think adult cats are grateful for being adopted into good homes. Those little minds are even smarter than we know, IMO. Rocket was her loss, your gain.
I can’t imagine giving up a cat, or any pet, for that matter. I don’t even want my mind to go there.