After Milo passed, we decided to wait until it felt like time to bring another cat into the house. Well, a few weeks ago I figured it was time to wander by the animal shelter. After some consternation, Ivan came home with us. Much to the chagrin of Twiggy (on the right - now more of a trunk than a twig) at first, but now they are best buddies. Ended up needing to do a week+ of meds to get rid of some maladies, but now he's romping and all kitten (about 4 mos old or so).
Ivan is Russian Blue mixed probably with tabby. He has a story - evidently his mom and his siblings were strays being fed by a person who ended up passing away. The neighbors adopted as many of the family as they could, with Ivan and the mom ending up as the odd cats out, sent to the shelter. The mom was already adopted and Ivan was last one standing.
He's already a spectacular cat. Very different personality than Twiggy or Milo, and he currently seems to think that a) people are cats, and, b) every object is a toy. Oh the kitten life...
