I had a wonderful ginger cat for not nearly long enough. The kitten rescue place had named him
Archie, which I vetoed, having had a Scottish boyfriend with that name who was sadly boring. We decided on
Jimmy, and he decided I was his human. He was delightful, fine with the other cats, happy to play with the dogs (who tried to chase him when he was new, but he stood his ground until they got embarrassed and slunk off) - the nicest cat I've ever had. And got an incurable illness. I still miss him.