I used to foster cats for the animal shelter. I usually ended up with litters or siblings they didn't want to split up. I'm always fascinated by the various personalities. Two of them were adopted by my neighbor. They grew into gorgeous (spoiled) golden cats.
This winter we did take in a kitten starving in the cold. He grew like a weed once we got some food into him. He is all boy. When the weather gets warmer he will be an outside cat. He is too wild for indoors. He needs more space.
My old white cat will stay in the house and retire from mouse duty.
My "barn" cats are spoiled. I always bring them in when the weather is extreme, whether heat or cold. Needless to say they have both been inside this winter.
Josie, my mouser, is getting along with Bugzy, the kitten, so they will both be outside and Lady, the old white cat, will stay in the house and retire. Lady is about 15 years old and sleeps most of the time.
Bugzy is a classic tabby and bursting with energy. He loves playing with grandson though, which is nice. Lady just hides.
I haven't been able to get him to stop biting though. It's playful biting, but it gets a bit rough sometimes. He also likes to grab at legs and tends to get underfoot. He's like a road block. My mother was going to take him, but he causes me to trip and lose balance. I don't need him tripping my mother who is already a bit unsteady. So he's stuck with us.
He's a beautiful cat. I told my daughter when our old cat died, that I didn't need to go looking for cats.
Those in need manage to find me.