Here’s the back story on my request for advice.
About three years ago, we took one of my husband’s aunt Pam’s cats. Pam had several mostly outdoor cats and was trying to pare down because her husband (my husband’s uncle) Greg had just found out that he was allergic to cats. Also, Ace tended to not be able to fend for himself very well among the other cats. They didn’t physically fight or anything; he just often didn’t get his share of food, for instance, because he’s not very assertive. So … Ace came home with us.
Fast forward to a year ago: Ace is a happy about-seven-year-old kitty, a little fat, but much healthier-looking. A friend of mine knew someone who, for reasons too involved and boring to get into here, had to get rid of her cat. They were going to take it to the shelter. I said that we would take her. So … we got another cat. Tigger was a five-pound ball of fur with no front claws. (Side note: she was beautiful. She had the markings of a standard tabby with the coloring and points of a Siamese–and blue eyes.) Unfortunately, after a while it became apparent that Tigger and Ace weren’t going to get along, mainly because she decided she owned all the rooms in the apartment. So … off she went to my mother-in-law’s house. (That part was a happy ending because my MIL hadn’t had a kitty since her two that she’d had for 15 years had died.)
Today, Ace is a well-adjusted kitty, for the most part. He loves my husband and me; in fact, if he thinks no one’s in the house, he’ll cry. He has no idea that cats are supposed to enjoy solitude.
Anyway, here’s the question: we’ve been thinking about getting a kitten. Maybe Ace wouldn’t be threatened by a little guy, and maybe they could keep each other company. (It breaks my heart when we leave and can hear him crying.)
Advice, kitty dopers?