The plan wasn't to go out and adopt a cat. The plan was to visit cats at local adoption centers because someday, maybe, I might want to adopt another cat. I've been visiting adoption groups for months, just making friends and looking at who was available. I was thinking about another little grey female, like Selkie. I'd have considered a little girl silver tabby, or maybe a nice orange/creamsicle kitten. I was not looking for a male bicolor tabby. I definitely wasn't looking for an eight-month-old kitten with the promise of growing into Kat Kong.
Then Major started hurling himself at the side of his cage to try to get me to notice him. Twelve hours later he was going home in my carrier, and another 24 hours later he was rechristened Poindexter.
He's awesome.