I am planning to start fostering cats and/or rabbits very soon- in fact, I had planned to be doing that at least a year ago. But I don't think I'm ready to adopt anybody. Back in late 1994, a cat I had adopted became very ill and we couldn't save her. Only one month later, my "friends" who had given her to me pushed me into adopting another cat. There was nothing wrong with him at all, but I had trouble bonding with him because I wasn't ready for another cat yet.
I remember the feeling well. It's exactly where I'm still at after my last two animals passed.
Dedalus, I'm in upstate New York. Is that anywhere near you?
We're in the heartland - Iowa to be precise. So not exactly a day trip, but it's (mostly) paved road from here to there I'm sure.
I don't have any preference about a cats markings either, personality is key. I had a torti for years that I loved beyond measure. The vet called her a blue cat, I guess because she had a deep gray hue that could appear to some as blue. Another friend said she looked like someone spilled milk on her, because the markings were scattered in no particular pattern. I think she wound up with us because as a kitten no one ended up adopting her since she didn't have definitive, bold markings. It made no difference to us. She won us over with her fierce independence and devotion. It was her love of independence that made us feel so special - because though she insisted upon remaining a free spirit, she chose to devote herself to us only. It's remarkable when a creature who wants nothing to do with anybody - decides that you and you alone are okay to get close to.
I understand your hesitation about adopting after losing one whom you bonded with. Often the relationship is of such a magical nature, one thinks it would be impossible to replicate in another. In my own case - I have often been unable or unwilling to take the time to invest my feelings into too deeply caring for another. However, I've also found that one needn't be in the right frame of mind or heart when it comes to caring for cats in particular. They don't require much, they ask for little and fuss even less as long as they're well fed and have a cozy place to nap. It is in these moments that they sometimes become our most amazing companions - just by virtue of sharing common space. (This has just been my experience - I'm not in any way suggesting you need to adopt a cat if you're not feeling it.) But to put it in perspective in this case - we didn't know what cat we were going to get when we rescued Matilda. She could have been bouncing off the walls and spitting mad at us. And it would not have mattered; the goal was to get her off the streets and into a home where she was safe.
I guess my rambling point is that sometimes these magical bonds lie in a simple twist of fate, a crossing of paths. The blue torti I spoke of above just walked into our lives. We weren't prepared. We weren't ready. But I'm so glad that none of that mattered, because I can't imagine us not spending 13 amazing, wonderful years together after that.