Shelby's lost brother

We must be crazy people. For months Shawana and I have endured physical abuse from our beloved feline friend. We've had many thoughts in how to curb some of his kitten aggression. I personally would love to implement tranquilizers into his everyday diet, however Shawana is right on how bad an idea that would be. Another thought be both agreed upon was another kitten. Shelby would have company during the day while we are at work and another cat would hopefully shield our feet and limbs from attack. Over the weekend we did some basic searching for a possible match as playpal for Shelby. Last week we both fancied this 10 month old cat, Alvin, at the local PetSmart; but we deemed him too big and slow for entertaining our helion.
And I seriously warn you about the Animal House off of 4th street in St. Pete. This is the modern age, I don't think that pet stores have to smell like they herd cattle through the middle of building. The smell of festering dog smacks you like a doctor smacks a newborn baby, forceful and makes you wanna cry. It was disturbing to see the employees standing around like a smell this bad is normal. Thank God they didn't have any cats there because they just would have smelled like ass. Our search was short, but we decided that one little furball was handsome and special enough by himself. But again, if anybody wants a cat, 352.....