Ooh fingers crossed Crem. I've seen some delightful pairs of 6mo kittens on a North London rescue site... I fear going to such places as I'll end up adopting every cat there.
I'm missing HerbCat at my desk. He would drive me batshit mental by jumping up on the in-tray, scattering papers, walk behind the computer, knocking over pen pots, then sit so close to my right hand I wouldn't be able to use the mouse. I'd chuck him off, and the whole thing would be repeated until I let him on my lap, where he would then rest his head on my arm. Sniff.