I did not know I was even going to adopt a pet. I went with my sister and friend to the local Humane Society where she volunteers. Max was in the kitten room cuddling with identical black kitties (Max is a black/grey/white & rust tabby). He was 3 mo. old. He was so cute and when I picked him up he just wanted to cuddle. He let me hold him any way I wanted. Over my shoulder, in my arms or rock him like a baby. He cooed and purred the whole time. I still did not know if I wanted to have a pet, but my sister put a downpayment on him and told me to think about it for a week. On the way home I decided I wanted to adopt him, so I called the H.S. and told them I would be there on Saturday and could they start calling him Max. When I went to pick him up, there was a note on his cage that said, "Hi, my name is Max". I thought that was cute. I did not know what I was in for. A baby (no matter what kind) is a lot of work. He has become so important to me and I did not realize how lonely I was until I adopted Max. Long story short, as Max is a male, in my experience males are very cuddly.