We have a cat, Gilligan. We picked him up as a kitten born at a no-kill shelter. He's been with us for about
eighteen months. Before that we had a dog, Sasha, a half German shepherd- half golden chow-chow. It was an accidental product of two full breed show dogs. She was with us for nine years, but died two years ago from cancer.
We went six months without a pet, and it was just wrong. I needed an animal prowling the house for me. I couldn't bring myself to get another dog- no dog was going to be good enough. (Sasha was the best dog I have ever known) so my husband got me a cat for our anniversary. For our surprise date (we take turns planning it) he brought me to the shelter and said "go pick one out."
Gilligan is super social, but doesn't sit on your lap, he wants to sit next to you. He greets each person at the door, no matter where he was in the house or what he was doing before. He hates it when I go behind closed doors, so if I go in the bedroom or the bathroom he will follow and if he doesn't get there in time he will sit at the door and meow and stick his feet or nose under the door till I open it up and let him in. I think you get the idea.