This is not meant to be discriminatory. Every cat is beautiful, but which which color do you personally prefer?
I personally like orange cats or orange/white mix, but I couldn’t find one at the rescue that was set up at PetSmart so I was depressed, lonely and I was desparate for the love of cats got so I just adopted a tabby brown cat.
My least preferred colors are pure white or pure black cats, but I somehow still like a mix white/black cat. I mean, if one showed up to my door and was friendly and had a great personality, I’d take him/her in, but I probably wouldn’t be looking for those color of cats if I were looking to adopt a cat in a shelter/rescue.
Are you being a bad person by picking cats based on their color? To be honest, if there was an orange cat at the PetSmart I’d likely not have chosen my tabby brown. I kinda feel horrible for thinking this way, but I mean, it’s just like this weird feeling, this attachment to specific color cats. I just loved orange cats so much. But once I gotten to know my tabby brown, I now prefer tabby browns as much as orange cats.
Again, every cat is beautiful, but I just have weird preferences for some over others for some odd reason.
Edit: To be clear, I was looking for ANY cats, but I wanted an orange one if possible, but if not, I would’ve taken ANY cat. I didn’t care that much, I just wanted some cuddles with a warm little fellow living being.
When my wife and I are looking for a cat we are looking for their personalities.
Our oldest is a void, we were at a local shelter and she was just immediately so outgoing, reaching her paw to us from the cage, meowing at us. It was an open adoption weekend so there were a lot of people there, turns out we asked to adopt her just 15 minutes before someone else wanted to take her home.
The second is a calico who’s mama was caught in a trap and release program. My friend who works for the program fostered the litter and posted a picture of the tiniest calico fluff ball and when I went to meet her she was an instant friend, she’s lying between my legs right now, she sleeps with me every night.
The youngest is a Hemingway that came from a different shelter, he was so scared when we met him, but you could tell that he was friendly if he could be comfortable. He turned into my wife’s lap cat, though she’s not a fan of when he sits with his back to her so his puffy tail is in her face.
You might be missing out on a wonderful friend if you go in just looking at them for their coloring.
That said my dad has 4 orange dummies, so different strokes and all that