The Universe, as is patently obvious, being ruled by a Cat Goddess, provides for the Collectors of Waifs and Strays.
You can have an idea of what you want - for me, it's a little black female kitten that likes cuddles, is smart, talks to you and doesn't attempt to decimate the local rodent population -
but The Universe may see fit to bestow upon you a demented tortoiseshell Maine Coon cross with short term memory loss and delusions of grandeur such that she is renamed Madam Fluffyknickers (when she deigns to acknowledge your existence, having transferred her entire affections to the new boyfriend 38 hours after he moved in - and any other random male that walks in the door

) - and a grey mackerel tabby moron who can fall over whilst sitting on the floor, runs like he's competing in a Dressage Event until he falls over again, and regularly presents you with squishy baby mice and the occasional feral hamster. Which you then also have to house and feed, naturally, as he doesn't actually manage to do any lasting damage to anything big enough to fight back. Unless it's an unattended toilet roll. Then he goes full murdering sociopath on it. Especially when it's the last roll in the house.
I'm hoping that next time The Universe sees fit to gift me with further furry idiots, along with the little black kitten, she throws in a Beagle puppy for good measure.