One of the things I love about my husband is that he is a cat person. He is also a complete sucker for a kitten.
Which is why we now have this little one.
(Paul was out inspecting a house, and the guy next door said, hey, would your wife like a kitten? Little did the guy know that in our house, it's the HUSBAND.)
Paul made his pick: a calico (did you know calico cats are always female?), which we have christened MAGGIE, after my grandmother.
So far she is every bit as sweet as her namesake. And playful. And has a motor box to calm a person even on her worst day.
ETA: Actually, Maggie is not a calico at all! She's a tortoiseshell. That's what they call it when the primary color is black (and not white).