so from what I've read, most of what we should do is, whatever cat we get, we should groom it, bathe it and vaccuum the house and everything regularly... this is actually not that horrible since I live with Mr. Clean... and this always went to the extent of bathing the dog as often as sensible as well and brushing her twice a day
Allow me to offer my ESTP take on cat ownership.

I've owned a slew of cats between childhood and the here and now.
From all the cats I have owned, I have learned the following that I feel pertains to ALL cats.
(1) Cats are about as much of a mystery in the personality department as you can imagine. Some are very playful (even when older), others hide all the time, some piss all over your house, others only piss outside, and there's countless other key traits to ponder on. But, outside of all them, one thing I have noticed is that ANY cat that has been extensively bonded, raised, nurtured, etc. with their human master is going to be a cool animal in its own way.
When I was 20 I adopted a stray cat, Moonie (because she used to hang out in the moonbeam outside of Casa de Halla in the evenings) and conveniently enough she was pregnant. She was pregnant by none other than "Tomcat", a massive orange male stray who would periodically show up mauled, scratched, skin and fur missing, etc., and I would feed him tuna fish and 9 lives until he healed up again, ready for another round.
Moonie gave birth to six kittens. All were jet black at birth, buit only one had a white paw on her left leg. My wife and I were watching them all nurse, and suddenly, out of nowhere "Little White Foot" disengaged from her dinner, and began crawling toward us. She preferred exploring our voices and smells to dinner. Mrs. Halla and I were flattered. So, we decided to keep her, and we named her "Cleopatra." She's still alive (I'm 36 now) and still a gorgeous, long haired cat with good muscle tone, a calico nonetheless. She's also freaking hilarious. She will oscillate from Queen Bee to class clown at her discretion. She also has a sweet side, as she hung out with me for two weeks straight when I had to put my 13 year old German Shepherd, Sidney, down a few years ago, because she knew I was grieving.
Cleo's brother, "Frazier", was a jet black version of his father, "Tomcat" but with long, black hair. He had a big, square snout, and was meaty as hell, and a mean little bastard when he was outside. He used to pin other cats down under our cars and just terrorize them. He'd also growl when he saw squirrels enter our backyard. He almost got a few, but they are damn quick animals. He disappeared a few years ago.
Mrs. Halla's cat, "Chloe" (gift of ex-BF, but a good kitty nonetheless) is a black and grey tabby short hair, who is ridiculously smart. She's opened every cabinet and closet door in the house, and to this day will fetch a ball of tinfoil if you flick it for her. She's 17.
All of my Mom's cats have been a trip, because she raised them like furry little human babies, and they took that lead, and blended it with their feline instincts, and developed into cool creatures.
WARNING:
Every cat I've known of people who just buy it, play with it a little when they are home, and then leave it by itself in the house when they are at work, turns into a scaredy cat, hide under the bed, piss on your clothes when you are gone shit machine. What is the purpose of owning a creature that shits, sheds, and pisses in your house, if you only interact with it 30 minutes per week?
(2) There are only a few cats I would buy as a pedigree, and it is because these breeds have AWESOME personalities: Siamese, Maine Coon, Balinese, Russian Blue, and Ocicat
Siamese
Maine Coon
Balinese
Russian Blue
Ocicat
If I can't have any of the above then I will get a kitten from the pound and be good to go. My wife and I have partially adopted a stray in the past year. She came inside when it was raining one night, and watched a movie with us. Then we took her to the vet and got her shots, spayed, and GPS'd. Now she hangs out outside, and only comes in morning and evening for her meals, and hangs out to play with her leather mousies, and with Dad's red laser pointer.
Last comment on breeds, I hate Persians. I've known 3, and they were all spoiled, filthy, nasty creatures. If you are offered one run away, quickly!
