When I went to the shelter to pick out a kitty, most of them ignored me. One cat stuck his entire arm through the cage, trying to snag me.
Me, me, pick me!!!
So I took him out, and he nuzzled on my neck, then perched on my shoulder. When I told the staff I was choosing him, they said - "oh you're taking the climber". At the time I had verticle blinds, so there wasn't much in my apartment he could climb. I was sold with his charm. He's been my steady beau for 16 years.

He was a Christmas cat, and got his name because the first weekend I had him, my other cat, Bonnie, beat up on him, so I took new kitty with me to a picnic. When he woke up from his nap, and found himself once again behind bars (in a crate), he cried very loudly. My friends proclaimed: "Hark, the Herald, cries". Once we took him out of the crate, he calmed down, and he was perfectly happy to ride around in the hood of my coat.



So Badger, it isn't an easy task, but go to the shelter, and see what kitty reacts to you, or you take a notion towards. They're all cute, and they all need homes.