"I went with my friends to adopt a cat (long story short: they were worried about my depression) and I wanted an older cat, about 5-7 years old. That way it would be trained and calm.

As I was waiting for them to bring me one I pointed to, one of the workers was cleaning out a different cage and a young kitten escaped. It ran right up to me and hid behind my back (I was slouched against the wall). I picked it up and pet it for a bit. It then worked its way into my hoodie and arranged itself so its face was between my chin and neck and fell asleep. My friends said, “It is choosing you.”

I asked how old the cat was and found out she was almost 1 but was already trained. So I adopt her. Now I have a 6-year-old cat who refuses to sleep alone and still tries to put her face between my neck and chin."