That was an occupational hazard when I worked for vets - the owners wanted them back. We did have several clinic cats who could be loads of fun when you were trying to do something on a keyboard during a “pet me now” moment.
One of our clinic cats was a polydactly, and a local columnist who was a client had never seen a extra-toed kitty. Yogi had never seen a beard, so they had a meet-n-greet on the reception desk. The columnist ended up asking a lot of questions and doing some research, then sending a photographer out to get some pictures of Yogi. Since he was always “my” cat, I was chosen to position him for the pics. A week or so later, not only is Yogi on the front page of the “Local” section of the paper (with a small picture on the front page) but so am I! I didn’t realize the photographer had included me in some of the pictures. We had lots of calls to adopt him after that, but no dice. He was ours.
A few years later he had a serious run in with a swinging door that required removing the heads from his hip joints - effectively, his rear legs are not attached to his hips anymore. I was not working at the clinic anymore, but for the first time in the history of that office there was a general consenus - I was the first called to see if I wanted to adopt him. I was there in less time than it normally takes to get there. I was told he would never be able to jump again. No one told him that.
Maybe my hero, Vetbridge, will come along and tell us the name for the procedure in which the femoral head is removed. It’s called a “femoral head osteo - something”.
Yogi is good kitty.