When a pet cat became an actual possibility, as opposed to something I lumped in with “Win a Hugo Award”, I got more serious about my choices.
Bengals were beautiful and unique. There was the minor fact that they looked like snow leopards. I began to research them but there were no catteries in the tristate area with kittens that weren’t already spoken for.
Lou’s mom had been at a cat show for fun in the fall and showed us a little pamphlet they gave her on the various breeds that’d be there that day. There was a particular cat she wanted to point out – the Egyptian Mau. The little thumbnail had a silver cat with black spots – snow leopard! -, and the short blurb of information was compelling enough that I filed it away for later.
I assumed I’d fantasize about a purebred but fall in love with a shelter cat. I love tuxedo cats, because they are always dressed for the occasion, and American short hairs, because Jamie, Ella, and Krissy were all tabby-mutts. Black cats are nice, too. And white cats. And ones that looked like Sally – white, and brown, and grey, all in a swirl.
So really any cat from a shelter, as long as it was short-haired and cuddly, would be pretty rad. (Long-hairs were out of the question because of Lou’s allergies. No Winston or MeMe, despite his enduring love for their flat faces.)