I've been really lucky, too, all things considered.
Zephyr was an easy kitten, and has grown into an easy cat. He's loud and demands a lot of attention, but I don't mind either of those qualities, and I'm glad he's affectionate.
I knew when I took Maisie in that he had some behavioural special needs, so it wasn't a surprise. It did
surprise me how long he took to adjust to living with me, since he was only two years old at the time - but he'd already lived in multiple different homes, so he refused to get attached to a caretaker again because in the past everyone always left him. It was seven months before he even acknowledged me, and about three years before he fully accepted me. Now, he's very loving and affectionate, and we have a good bond, but it was a slow process.
I'm kind of glad I didn't know in advance how long it would take, because I think I would have convinced myself I couldn't handle it. It wasn't always easy - especially in those first months - and I was afraid I had made the wrong choice by adopting him, because I was under the (incorrect) impression that he was miserable living with me.
I even considered rehoming him - not because I didn't want him, but because I thought he'd
be happier with someone else. I realize now that would have been the worst thing I could have done, because it would have destroyed his trust even further, but at the time I thought it might be what was best for him. He was bonded with Zephyr almost from the start, though, so I figured at least he had someone
he liked. Anyway, there was really nowhere else for him to go.
I am so very, very glad I kept him. It has been totally worth it to watch him finally heal from what he went through in the past.
Zephyr has never had any serious health problems, except one time when he got very sick from (we think) eating a spider. Maisie is currently having some urinary problems, but with the vet's help we're getting that under control.
All this to say, I feel like I've lucked out with both my cats too.
lol.... you're terrible. I don't think they ever picked up your tone.
It made me laugh too. But then, growing up in my family has given me a pretty well-tuned sarcasm detector.
Calling cats "trouble" should normally be read as affectionate, I think.