You are only allowed a second cat if it is called Nigiri.
And two are even blurrier. 
That’s right-We acquired a brother for Maki, same age. His name is Suki, and they seem to love each other, although she seems to the alpha cat. First mishap. I drop the vanilla bath bomb in the tub, fill it up and get in to soak, and Maki jumps up on the side of the tub to sniff and tap the water repeatedly. The not-quite-as-graceful Suki decides he will do the same…and overshoots just a tiny bit.
Splash!
Grab.
“Renee! Towel! Now!”
She grabs Suki and towels him off, and Maki, who scrambled away when I yelled, trots back and jumps back up on the side of the tub to tap and sniff the vanilla scented water as if nothing happened.
That’s a sweet story.
You get one kitten, it’s not too expensive, but maybe get two so they keep each other company, and you’ve got two so one more isn’t too much, and, what the hell, you might as well get the whole set!
(Bookkeeper, who has only one cat at present, but has had as many as six at one time.)
Congrats on double the trouble and double the fun! Pics of the new arrival??
Maybe later when I get home from work.
Years ago, I had two recently acquired kittens in the house; they’d previously lived in a friend’s barn.
I took a bath, leaving the door open between the bathroom and the room the kittens were in. Not surprisingly, there were kittens in the bathroom. Also not surprisingly, there were kittens on the edge of the bathtub.
Kitten 1 slipped and fell in. I scooped him out, and he ran off to drip in the other room. (No bath bombs were involved; and there wasn’t even any soap in the tub yet.)
Kitten 2, almost immediately after, also slipped and fell in. But I didn’t scoop her out. I didn’t need to. She was in the tub; and then, a split moment later, she was back out of the tub and running off after her brother. She hadn’t made contact with me. She hadn’t made contact, on the way out, with the tub. As near as I could tell, she levitated out of there.
-nods sagely-
I had a thread a while back where I speculated many cat-abilities are based on on their ability to convert their phase state opportunistically - they aren’t limited the way we lesser being are.
Getting the whole set is how I wound up with Eddy, Teddy, and Freddy in my life.
Ha! This happened decades ago, when I had a place with a clawfoot bathtub placed sidelong against the wall. I always left the door open. Young Beastie, when afflicted with the zoomies, would come racing into the bathroom, leap to the edge of the tub, plunge into it, whip around, leap out and zoom away.
And so it happened one day that she bolted into the bathroom intent on her usual zoom course. Unfortunately for her, I was taking a bath at the time. Beastie made her heroic leap to the edge of the tub, realized her peril, re-aimed her trajectory to leap across me, hit the wall with all four feet, bounced off to the tub edge and dashed madly away, in one fluid flow. All in a tiny fraction of the time it takes to tell the tale.
And how we ended up with Peach, Callie, and Tabby Too.
And I ended up with Tango, Cheddar and Kami.