My friend has a story about when her and her mother were trying to choose a new cat from the RSPCA. All these friendly cats were arching up against the wire, purring, preening, looking for a pat or a scratch under the chin.
Her mother, though, spied one guy at the back, arched up against the corner, hissing with nails out, and instantly chose that one.
Basically what I’m saying is that I’m counting on meeting the male version of my friend’s mother because honestly, god help me otherwise.