I had never planned on getting a second cat. My house is small and seems better suited to be a one cat kind of household. But then there was some tough stuff going on in my life and I thought a kitten might just pick me up a bit. So, on a whim, I looked at a few cat rescue sites and found a tiny gray kitten that seemed just right. Her name was Fisher- which I took as a good sign since it was my grandmother's last name before she got married.
I can't say that my first cat, Edgar, was pleased with the new addition to the household but over time he's learned to adjust to the now-named Alice.
All the tough things that were happening in my life eventually worked themselves out but having playful little Alice around during those times certainly made things a lot less stressful.
Life Lesson: Sometimes help comes in small packages.