We'd been thinking we wanted a kitten (and by "we" I mean "the children," because I think other people's kittens are irresistible but they are also pains in the butt, abs, and shoulders), but I talked with the vet about it, and she said to meet all our various cat preferences/goals, she advised a young adult cat. With my focus suddenly narrowed and focused, I took all five children with me to the animal shelter and we chose a cat. This cat:
He's a one-year-old male, orange as heck. He scared me by hiding under the bureau immediately upon arriving home and staying there for three hours as if for the long haul, but then he came out and started being a total lovey-cakes in an equally immediate fashion.
So we are pleased, and Cat Balance has been restored to the household. So far he and the other cat are still Establishing Their Relationship, which means Feather is hissing and puffing and the new cat is sometimes showing deference to her and sometimes ignoring her. We have hopes.
No name yet. Current possibilities (they change hourly): Simon, Emmett, Percy, Casey, Gus, Linus, Peaker, Newton, Ellis, Clarence, Harvey, Roger, Stanley, Ozzie, Kiefer, Alistair. (We are also taking suggestions.)