I've owned many many cats over my sorta many years. First one was as a kid. Then a 2nd one as a kid. One ended up being run over a car and after that all my cats have been indoor-only. When I moved out of my parents, I started collecting stray cats. A few died, a few I gave away. We moved into a bigger house. I found more cats, sometimes while on vacations. Eventually I had a stable roster of 9. Yes, I was one of those "cat ladies." My husband often shook his head with slight dismay.
Anyway, eventually those 9 all passed, the last one 4-5 years ago at the age of 19. By this time I was over 40, in a smaller house, and not as desirous of taking care of a lot of cats and their litter boxes, nor wanting a possible 16+ year commitment. I went a year without any cats. I got a couple dwarf hamsters instead. They were the cutest things, one of them in particular has so much personality (for a dwarf hamster), standing up to beg, hugging my fingers and such. Got very attached to the little bugger. Sadly, they don't live very long and soon I was petless again.
So I finally went to the shelter and picked up an adult pair of bonded cats (my husband shook his head again...). They were about six, so less time commitment. They were used to indoors, so all good. Hadn't intended to get a pair but thought they could keep each other company when I was busy. One was smaller and whitish/grey, one was bigger and all black. They were an adorable pair, very attached, often "holding paws." Then...the grey one stopped eating. No obvious diagnosis, maybe liver/stomach related. I did everything I could, down to baby food even, but he eventually just starved himself and I had to put him down. Black cat was very sad. He's a super-bonding, follows you almost like a dog type of cat and can be very vocal (think he must have some Siamese genes in there somewhere) and he still misses his buddy, I think.
Assuming he lives long, he may be my last cat. Every time I lose one, it gets harder instead of easier and I'm not sure I can take much more. So I'm enjoying Mr. Black as much as possible.
He's not a big
cat, but he's very long/tall and when standing can reach the top of the kitchen counter with his front paws. When I saw him at the shelter I zeroed in on him immediately because of his height/size. My little black panther. He likes to stand up and "hug" me, which sometimes includes dancing around the room with me because he doesn't want to let go.
My goodness, I wrote a lot more than I intended. Well, if you didn't feel like reading all that (and I wouldn't blame you, lol), here's a bunch of pics instead.
Mr. Black begging/hugshttp://crimsonkeep.com/wallpapers/data/media/7/MrBlack-Beg02a.jpg
What I see when sitting on the couch. Seriously, he runs up and stares forever and ever. He wants a lap, pets, food, anything. It's adorable. Sometimes I'm watching him watch me more than I'm watching the TV.http://crimsonkeep.com/wallpapers/data/media/7/mrblack-041.jpg