I know what you mean about planning, or lack of it when it comes to acquiring pets. Of all my cats, only two were planned. I adopted Zebo at the Irving pound. He's been at the rainbow bridge 5 years now. Toot was adopted from a neighbor's litter. I told her if any of them were orange boys I wanted one. While her cat was still pregnant she moved to a neighboring town. About two months later there was a knock on my door, and there was Coleen, with a six week old orange and white baby boy cat. Toot shortly followed Zebo to the rainbow bridge. All my others came to me unplanned and unexpected, but were loved and welcomed just as much as Toot and Zebo were.