So I did a thing this afternoon. I went to Petsmart to buy some catfood and ended up with "the dude". He's eight months old and literally arrived at the store while I was casually looking at the cats available for adoption. The staff let him out of his cage for a bit and he proceeded to go to every other cage and make friends with its occupant. The pictures don't do him justice - he is truly a beautiful cat - like a mini Maine Coon with amber eyes and angora rabbit fur. Its beyond me how he ever ended up in a shelter....but I knew he had to come home with me.
At the moment, I don't think Carrot quite agrees with my decision - but he's in a separate room and after a few hisses when she saw him - she doesn't seem to be particularly stressed.
I really didn't want two cats again, but Carrot really struggled when I was on vacation last week....she just doesn't like being alone. Name to be determined by my grandson once they get to meet, and I'm hoping for the best ;).