After 12 years of wanting a second kitty, we went to the animal shelter and picked out a kitten today.
We looked at lots of kitties. Friendly ones, loud ones, quiet ones, needy ones. I wanted to adopt them all. I would have liked to adopt some of the adult kitties, but with a 12 yo cat at home it seemed best to get her something she could dominate.
After much thought, I decided I wanted a boy kitty because they seem to be more cuddly and I want a cuddly kitty.
So we found the prettiest cream tabby kitty I've seen in a long time. He's about 10-14 weeks old and playful and cuddly.
The boys named him Ron Weasley (after wanting to name him OJ which made Mr. Gaia and I cringe).
He's currently confined in the boys' bedroom with a food bowl and a water bowl and his own litter box.
While we were there, some coward dropped off a box of baby kittens (barely had their eyes open, I'll bet) and then ran. There were about 6 kittens in there. I wanted to say "I'll foster them and give them their formula and raise them to be big and strong" but Mr. Gaia pulled me away fast.