My scale is, unfortunately, not that accurate. It’s pretty old, and can weight me 143 when I step on it in the morning, and then I get off and get right back on, and I weigh 141. That’s a good enough estimate of a healthy adult human, but when you want the weight of a cat who could be anywhere from 5 - 7lbs, it’s not good enough.
Also, Nina will come sit on your lap, or sleep next to you, and loves petting, but isn’t crazy about being carried around, and squirms a lot. The scale would probably never settle.
I had what my vet charitably called a “black burmese”. One of his parents was most likely a burmese, the other a random black cat. He was rescued by some kids who found him on a school field.
He was loud. Really, really loud. A lovely cat, though.*
My ex-gf had a pedigree burmese. She was loud. (The cat, not the g/f!)
* he did have a habit of wakening me for his breakfast by inserting a single claw into my nostril, which, of course was not lovely. But he did have a very effective technique for getting fed.
The loudest cat I ever had was a Siamese who had not actually had kittens, but had been allowed to go into heat a couple of times before she was spayed, and Wow was that cat loud.
She had an opinion on EVERYTHING. When she entered a room, she came in meowing. If you came in, she greeted you; if she walked down to the end of the hall, and found herself alone, she’d wail and wail. People called up on the phone, and heard her crying (in another room!) and asked if we had a baby! You could actually hear her meow over the vacuum cleaner. Really!
I had another Siamese, and she was very talkative, like the first one, but not nearly as loud: she did not have the pitch range, nor the variety of meows as the first one, though she was still pretty loud; she was spayed at about 3 months. The one other cat I had was 1/2 pedigreed Color-point Persian (aka Himalayan), and 1/2 Ramblin’ Man. She was all black. She was spayed around 4 months, and she had a loud meow, meowed a when I was getting dinner, or when in the she was excited, but did not have a social meow like the others.
Nina is not as loud as the first Siamese, but I think could hold her own with any of the others. It’s kind of sweer, her social meow.
Our current cat is like this. She’s a Siamese that my SIL found hanging around her back yard. She looks purebred but nobody in the area seemed to be missing a cat, so possibly abandoned. She’s quiet when she’s sleeping, eating, or being carried or petted.
Regarding the OP, we had a black cat that my wife rescued as a kitten from the parking lot at her work. Onyx was always very small, never much bigger than a kitten, but lived a long life with us.
The Supreme High Empress of All that She Surveyed, AKA Spunky, was about six pounds, too. She also had a birth defect that left her with no bones in her back legs. She didn’t let either her size or her legs slow her down at all, though, nor to undermine her authority over every other living creature in her demesnes. She was an indoor-outdoor-wherevershewants-door cat, and she lived to be over 18.
I’ve had two black cats: Morgan was a trim, and typical cat-sized-- about 10 lbs. Irene was smaller, never topping the scale at more than 8 lbs, but her mother was a long-haired colorpoint (formerly known as a Himalayan), and while not a long-hair herself, was so fluffy, she looked bigger than she was. Irene was not as loud as a Siamese, but she was expressive, and VERY talkative. And for a Domestic Shorthair, loud.
Nina is small-- she’s gained weight since I got her, and probably is close to 6.5 lbs now-- she might lose a bit if I cut back on some of the fatteners, but I’m waiting to see what the vet says on the 20th. If she drops to an even six, I won’t worry.
But anyway, small, but also sleek; not fluffy at all, her fur lies close, just like a Siamese, and she doesn’t have an undercoat. It contributes to her looking skinny. I’m trying to pay attention to he weight, and not her looks.
Irene and Morgan were both healthy all their lives, lived to be about 17, and developed kidney failure, then declined rapidly. Irene went quickly. Morgan we had put down. In both cases, I was holding them.