My cat growing up would’ve been one of those if she didn’t capture my mom’s heart at the shelter. She had some kind of medical episode as a kitten that gave her partial lack of feeling in her hindquarters and so she wasn’t getting adopted. They named her Tippy because she’d sometimes tip over when she was running. Man I can’t say she was the most loving animal, she was kind of a curmudgeon and only played with my sisters, but she’d sleep on the foot of my bed every night. I’m glad we were able to give her a good home for as long as she was alive, which was only slightly less than average age and due to unrelated cancer.