Our grumpy old family car died last summer. DS (then 6) in particular was devastated, he adores all animals and had had to "make do" with next door's hamster and my mum's dogs 200 miles away.
I always said I'd love a tabby. We'd rather have a cat than a kitten. A year old tabby girl popped up on our local Blue Cross FB page the day after we git back from our Easter break. On paper it couldn't be more perfect. Really trying to keep calm and manage the DCs expectations that "she might not like us". 