After my last kitty passed, we went to the shelter to adopt. I wanted a black cat, & there was one there who was older, & he was so sweet & friendly. In the minds of so many folks who want "perfect kittens" he had several strikes against him, he was older, he was black, he had a problem with one of his eyes that looked odd, & he was wearing a cone because of recent surgery to remove a growth from his face. But he just kept coming up to us & meowing & rubbing against our legs & plopping with his tummy in the air to be rubbed... & yes... he won us over. We had to take him home & he's the sweetest kitty we've ever had, snuggling up in bed & purring in our ears as we fall asleep.
Your post makes me think about him because I know nothing of his life before we adopted him. He was clearly loved by his former owner, but what happened? Why did they give up such a sweet loving kitty? The shelter said they had no info on his former human, he was just "dropped off." I will forever wonder what happened, & I've frequently wondered if perhaps his former loving human passed away. I wish I knew...