Every single kitty who has been part of our household (I don't count Chinook who died five days later, or Percy who wandered in and wandered out again) has come to me or us sight unseen.
Shasta was one of the last two kittens from a friend of a friend. I met her after she had spent the day in my friend's care in an early music master class.
Gryphon and Nibs were rehomed with us by a colleague, "on a trial basis" since we didn't know how Shasta would take to the idea or them. It worked.
Suzy and Sam were the last two of a litter that my sister in law located just outside Victoria, while doing some looking around on behalf of her daughter. She knew we were about to start looking, and in a flurry of phone calls one Wednesday, we got her to have a boy and a girl saved for us. We went over on the Saturday to pick them up -- for them a trip of about 6 hours, given the ferry ride, the road portion, the waiting in the compound, etc. not to mention a stop to meet their grandmother on the way
We were less concerned about Nibs accepting them, because he was soooooooooo needy, and they were soooooooooo little. It worked.
Cindy and Fawn were a couple of rescues fostered by a friend of Rob's Mum, also taken "on a trial basis" because we weren't sure about Suzy. That was a similar trip to Suzy and Sam's, also from Victoria by ferry. That worked, too.
Needless to say, those were two ferry rides on which we stayed in the car, rather than going up to the passenger decks.
They've all gone very well.