9 cats over 23 years.
6 cases of don't know who chose who.
1 adopted from friend.
1 spooky. Sam (first cat) was ill and I was almost certain it was terminal but we didn't have the test results yet. We were just back from the vets (again) and watching Blue Peter (you do things like that when sitting with your unwell cat). Credits rolled and I saw the name 'Peter Liquorice'. I thought 'Liquorice would be an excellent name for a black cat' and then felt so guilty, because I should not be thinking of getting another cat with Sam so ill. Took Sam back to vets next day knowing he was dying. Vet confirmed it was advanced feline leaukaemia (Sam was three before an effective vaccine was available). We decided to let him go. Then, paying the bill I saw this postcard which hadn't been there the day before, saying 'black kitten needs good home'. It was like fate. That was Liquorice.
1 Mitzi. I was down to two cats and while Blacken is great, Mini is a one-way cat for me - utterly disinterested in me except as a source of food (although she does like my OH and come to him for attention twice a day). I have a limited number of cat places in my home (4 max) and I so wanted an intelligent cat that interacted with me. I decided I wanted a Siamese cross, probably black, definitely female. I found Mitzi who is a black female Siamese/Bengal cross and she is exactly what I wanted - follows me around the house, wants cuddles, demanding, deeply curious, willful and fascinating.