It took me and M— seven days to choose a cat. We met Hoo Doo on the first day, but it was a while before we realized Hoo Doo was meant to be (or that Hoo Doo would be his name). Some cats were cute at first, but once let out of their cages they’d ignore us and walk off. One cat – we called him clipboard – never left the space between the top cages and the ceiling. He would purr, pace back and forth, and rub his face along the corners of the clipboards that stuck out from the cages beneath him. Clipboard had an interesting personality, but the affection wasn’t there, he kept too much distance.
And other cats were just down right vicious, or the opposite – far too needy. Hoo Doo was a balance of all these things, very affectionate – cuddly, cute purr, and made dreamy-eyed eye-contact – but he was also independent. When we moved away from him, he wasn’t hurt or driven to jealousy. He was happy when we were there and content when we were not.
After we adopted Hoo Doo, he and M— proved to have very similar qualities: they both hated eating alone, enjoyed strange hours and extended nights, and they were content by themselves, but when company and affection were available they drank it in.
Also, they were both dedicated to few people in their lives. None of our friends ever got to see the magical personality of Hoo Doo, it was reserved just for us.