One of the goodest little friends I’ve had was a pound kitty. Spent hours on my belly.
One of the most standoffish little friends I’ve had was a pound kitty. Usually didn’t get closer than a few feet from me. But ALWAYS followed me from room to room.
You rolls your dice...you takes your chances.
I have a couple. One is really old. Had him since he was a kitten. I’m going to have a hard time when I lose him. He’s always easy going. Always wanting to mooch a meal. He can hear the microwave running from two rooms over. Wakes me every morning to let me know it’s time for his breakfast. The other is really laid back. But she’s a hunter. We have to watch when she comes back that she doesn’t release something alive in the house or something dead to chew on later.