I don't think you're a bit crazy! I'd have more than 2 if I thought I could sneak one in past hubby :lol: :lol:
And I know what you mean about losing your Rusty. The "love of my life" was a blue Persian whom I named "Lord Percival" and we called him Percy. Got him at 8 wks. old, I gave him baths in the bathroom sink and he was trained to a leash for "walks" outside. He slept with me, met me at the door when I got home and fussed if I was late. We had to put him down at age 14 -- I don't know who cried harder, me or hubby.
My 2 new kitties seem to be adjusting okay -- the male is about 3 1/2 yrs. and the female is about 1 1/2. The male sleeps more than the female and she'll wake him up to play! They make me smile all day :D :D