The Gallops don't really know much about diddly.
People do not adopt cats. Cats adopt people.
The idea that there is choice on this side of the matter is laughable.

Case in point. When Stinky the Cat first hit our area of the county, she ran full speed into the neighbors house one day when the sliding back door was open. She was a really skinny, odd looking cat with tufts of fur sticking out everywhere but where they should be, that couldn't meow and bothered their child to no end. They invited her to leave.

She then ran into the neighbor to the right's office door as fast as possible. As if to say, "I'll think live here". She was not any better looking by then. Their chihuahua's were not amused by her antics. For some reason they did not like a kamikaze cat that ran at them like a banshee at the water bowl. They invited her to leave as well. (The neighbors...the dogs were under the bed).

Next she ran into our house like her tail was afire. We had no thought about her, really. But like writing on Steemit, persistence sometimes pays off. She would not take no for an answer. Eight years later, she is sitting here, looking at me as I write this. "Wondering what I am writing"? "Why, a grand tome all about your wonderful greatness, Stinky", I respond. But she is gone before I get to "your". Some commotion is going on in the kitchen. Not much has changed, except she is a whole lot fatter and better looking now.