I have to say that it would probably be the personality that would catch my attention first, but if it was nap time and no one's personality was obvious, I'd have to say I'd go for the all black one first (sorry Peanut!). Tubby was the first cat as an adult that lasted any length of time, and I find that I really like the black ones.
Two weeks ago we were on vacation in Myrtle Beach with the motorhome. It was a rally of our brand of motorhome, so picture a campground full of gorgeous 40' diesel pusher motorhomes. It was time to leave (boo hooo!) and Terry was outside undoing all the hook-ups (electric, sewer, etc.) and I was preparing the inside for travel (putting things away so they don't crash off the counter when we go around a corner, etc.) when Terry tapped at the front window. I went over and he pointed across to the next row of motorhomes, and there was an all black kitty! He looked to be less than a year old and was so cute! His head was big and square.....Kelly's Basil has a more pointed face, whereas this kitty's face was more like.....Fister I think. I could tell he was young and that he was going to be a big cat because of his head, and he had a really long thick black tail. When I saw him all I could think of was the warnings here about black cats being out at this time of year and I was immediately worried for him. I went out and called him over, and he came right over and let me pet him. Then he walked away, so I went back inside. Next thing you know, Terry's at the door telling me to come and take care of this cat. He is such a softie at heart, that he couldn't take it that the kitty was sitting there meowing at him while he was unhooking things. He felt so bad for the little guy and wanted be to see if I could find his home. He obviously had a home because he had a flea collar on him, and he looked to sleek and clean, and was way too friendly to be feral. I tried to pick him up and take him to the campground office, but that only worked until I started walking. Then he started biting me, but I had my jacket on so that wasn't a problem, but then the claws came out and I had to let him go. He did follow me though, and I started heading towards the office. I came upon a few people along the way, and one guy told me he had seen the kitty around, and that he belonged to one of the more permanent residents at the campground. While I was talking to this guy, the kitty wandered off into some bushes, so knowing he was ok and at home, I hightailed it back to the motorhome hoping he wouldn't follow me again. I was heart broken to have to leave him like that, but it was obvious that he was someone's kitty, and they obviously took good care of him - except for leaving him run around a campground with huge vehicles and all sorts of people.
Anyway, didn't mean to digress there, but he was all black, and I would have absolutely loved to bring him home to Tubby and have two beautiful black boys in the house. And it made me think that about Tubby and his blackness, and I really like black cats, so I had to vote solid. Whew! How's that for a short, sweet answer.
Tubby
Spring 1986 - Dec. 11, 2004
RIP Big Boy
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Peanut
Fall 1988 - Jan. 24, 2007
RIP Snotty Girl
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Robin
Fall 1997 - Oct. 6, 2012
RIP Sweet Monkeyhead Girl
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